Kitty Alex (ex_kitty_al) wrote in bloodclaim,
Kitty Alex

Eleven Weeks

Authors: bohofemm and kitty_alex
Series Title: Expectant Hell
Chapter Title: Eleven Weeks
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bend to Joss Whedon's will and try my best not to murder his characters.
Summary: A demon casts a spell on Xander. Willow reverses the spell, but weeks later, they find it has one huge side effect.
Warnings: Male Pregnancy
Notes: Thanks to kimalis for betaing!
Previous Chapters: You can find previous chapters here.

"Doc, Xander has a question." Spike watched the demon pace around the room. Xander cleared his throat.

"Is it normal to drink blood?" He didn't want to ask that question.

"Yes, of course. For most demonic pregnancies it's necessary." The doctor settled on a stool, just to the left of the table.

"What about that other question?" Spike asked, glaring at Xander.

Xander grumbled, "I'm not asking if it's okay to do yoga."

"Which would really help. Most pregnant woman take yoga. The clinic offers classes-"

"No," Xander snarled.

"Not that. The OTHER question."

Xander blushed, "You ask it. Why do I have to ask it?"

"Doc, is it okay for us to have sex? Like could Xan top or would he have to bottom all the time?"

"Sex can be rather comforting to the pregnant person." the doctor said. "But without us knowing exactly how it will affect babies because of where I suspect they are positioned, I can't allow him to bottom."

Xander blushed, "This is so embarrassing."

"At least you get to top," Spike said, clearly not used to the idea of being submissive. He shook his head, focusing his attention back on the doctor, who had gotten up to rummage through a cabinet.

"Do we want to attempt hearing their heartbeats?" He held out a small gray machine.

"Yes, I have to hear them," Xander said reaching out for Spike's hand.

Spike let him take it. "Yeah, we'd like to attempt."

The doctor applied gel to the end of a small Doppler transducer. Easing Xander's shirt up, he pressed it into his stomach. "There will be pressure." Xander nodded. He went silent, as he moved the transducer around. "Don't worry. It's still early, I'm sure we'll find..."

Lub, Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub ,Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub ,Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub ,Dub.

"There's one," the doctor said. He moved the transducer over.

Lub, Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub ,Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub ,Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub, Dub. Lub ,Dub.

"There's two and they‘re right near your stomach. Just like I thought."

“Wow, that’s so fast,” Xander squeezed Spike's hand. Tears softly shimmered in his eyes.

"Makes me kind of hungry," Spike joked.

He found the heartbeats amazing. He had never thought he’d be a father, let alone to two healthy semi-human babies. He knew Xander didn’t appreciate the joking, but it was better than looking weak in front of the doctor. After all, he had a reputation to uphold.

Xander smacked him in the back of the head.

"Ow! Was a joke, Love. And why always the head? Never the arm." He lightly rubbed the back of his head.

"Because it's closer." Xander wiped his eyes. "How can you tell me that's not amazing?"

"I think it's completely amazing. It's nice to hear them finally. Kind of confirms they are actually alive, you know opposed to undead."

“Have there been any blood cravings?” The doctor asked, glancing through the chart. “Or if he’s not craving it, is he getting any?”

"Yeah, been giving him mine and my sire's blood once a month, then pig's blood once a week. It seems to be working fine." He squeezed Xander’s hand, in an act of reassurance.


"Is there anything else we should know? Like what to expect?" Xander asked.

"Well. You'll be sleeping more. You'll be unable to get comfortable, and you'll constantly have to pee."

"Fun," Xander sighed. "At least I have my Spike pillow to keep me comfy." He settled his head on Spike’s shoulder, their hands still tightly entwined.

"That all I'm good for." Spike rolled his eyes, but managed to smirk to let Xander know he was joking.

Xander grinned. "I can think of a few more uses." He held his hand up, as Spike‘s nails gently scraped against his arm. “Oh! I read in one of my books they have fingernails now. Is that true?”

The doctor smiled. "Yes, they have fingernails."

"Oh, fingernails!" Xander exclaimed, grinning goofily.

"Are they sharp?" Spike asked examining his own.

"Why would you ask something like that?" Xander jerked his head around, looking accusingly at Spike.

"No reason!"

Xander glared at him. "Am I not getting the entire vampire story? I don't want either of them attempting to claw their way out." He wrapped his arms tighter around his stomach.

"They won't. They're soft. They probably won't be razor sharp." The doctor glanced up from the chart.

"I was just wondering what vampire qualities they inherited besides the whole blood thing," Spike said, hoping he wouldn’t worry Xander too much.

"It should be everything in much milder forms."

Spike ran his thumb over his eyebrow, "Everything?"

"They'll be more prone to sunburn. They'll hate Italian food. They'll need blood once or twice a week."

"What about- do they-" He shifted into his demon visage then back. "That?"

"Only when drinking blood."

"What happened to the other couple? You said there were another vampire and human couple that had a baby," Xander wondered. "What happened to them?” The doctor glanced away, while inhaling sharply before speaking.

"There’s a Jenlanar prophecy. The savior of their people comes in the form of twins born to a Vampire-human couple."

"That doesn't explain what happened to them," Xander said, the worry clear in his voice.

"They were chased as far as New Zealand until the human gave birth, and the prophecy turned out to be unfulfilled."

"Not the right set of twins?" Spike asked.

"They had two boys. The prophecy includes one boy and one girl."

"You mean like the hunter and the seer?" Spike laughed.

"I thought you didn't know about the prophecy," Doctor Jones said ,a baffled look on his face

"What do you mean?" Xander asked.

"Well, the prophecy mentions that the saviors will come in the form as the hunter and the seer. Every demon knows the prophecy."

Spike clasped a hand over Xander's mouth, "That's why it sounded familiar. Are we done here? Anything else we should know?"

"No. I don't think so," the doctor said. "Take your vitamin every day. Keep doing what you're doing for nausea, and gain some weight." Spike nodded, pulling Xander out by the arm, and out the door.

Xander growled at him as Spike led him around and pushed him into the car, closing the door behind him.

"What was that for?" Xander asked him as soon as Spike hopped in the car. Spike gripped Xander’s hands, hoping his touch would calm him down before delivering the somewhat bad news.

"We have to watch out," Spike said, tensing up.

"Why?" Xander asked, confusion plainly on his face.

"The seer and the hunter! That's what Dru said! I know she's a bit barmy, but I would bet my unlife on her predictions." He shivered, the idea of the babies being attached to the prophecy still lingering on his brain.

"I'm still not following you." Xander gently cupped his stomach.

"You are now currently holding the prophesied saviors of the Jenlanar clan and from what I hear, the Jenlanar ain't working for the PTB." He shook his head, his eyes still clouded over with worry.

"So, let me see if I understand this, " Xander nibbled on his lower lip. "Our babies have two prophecies on them. According to one, they're neutral forces. According to the other, they are saviors of the Jenlanar clan. Right?" Spike nodded. "What is the exact Jenlanar Prophecy?"

"Not exactly clear. I barely even know it myself. Just that the kids born from a Jenlanar spell with a human mate that was fertilized by vampire are supposed to be extremely powerful. Jenlanar prophecy says the kids belong to them since they did the mojo, but everyone knows they just added that bit in later."

How their precious bits could be linked to a prophecy that would ensure people trying to capture them was beyond Spike’s realm of thinking. Even knowing they were linked to something so influential did nothing to change Spike’s mind about the fact that they were simply his babies with Xander.

"Who would have the full prophecy?" Xander asked his eyes now wide with fear. "I'd hate to have something happen to my babies."

"Anya?" Spike called. "We need you!" She may have annoyed him, but she was essentially a “Library to the Demon World”

The car filled with smoke and there was a pop. Xander and Spike started coughing. Spike went to open the window when the smoke just vanished.

"Oh, did you call me to show me your new hair? It looks very hot. Xander was right," she said.

"No. We need you to quote the Jenlanar Prophecy," Spike said.

Anya cleared her throat, and began to speak. "I don't know it. It's only known fully to the Jenlanar. Sorry."

"All that dramatic build up to tell us you knew nothing?" Spike seethed, trying to contain his anger.

"I'm a demon now, what do you expect? I can stick around in the area though. Be like your demon godmother." She nodded, grinning widely.

"We need to know." Xander began bawling. "Can you please find out?"

Anya glanced to Spike, "Why is he crying like that?"

"He doesn't want the bits to be evil."

"Oh, they shouldn't be," Anya said with a smile. "That's why every cult this side of the U.S. is looking for them. You know use them for their own side. Since I was human once and understand the whole wanting to squeeze out babies and raise them, I'll keep a look out. But, I'm the godmother."

"Anya, repeat what you just said about cults." Spike said, speaking very slowly, to ensure she understood.

"Cults. You know. Those weird people who believe space aliens are coming or the demons that want to take over the world. Cults," she said cheerfully.

"I know what a bloody cult is!" Spike shouted, no longer trying to keep calm. "How do they know about the babies?"

"Well, it seems Mister 'I can't believe a human broke my finger' blabbed to a few dozen to his friends. He doesn't have any fingers or a mouth anymore, so don't worry about him. You should worry about his friends. They are still looking for a bleached blonde vamp though."

"Bloody Hell," Spike cursed. "This ain't happening."

Xander hiccupped still crying. "Now cults are after my babies! What are we supposed to do?"

"I told them you moved to France," Anya said. "That should buy you a few weeks. And for all I know, you could be in France right now and I'm speaking to magical clones. But, I have to go. Woman in Budapest just called me to give her cheating boyfriend warts. I'm not going to tell her what type of warts I'm giving him though."

Anya disappeared without using any of her fancy tricks and Spike slammed his head against the steering wheel, causing the horn to bleat over and over. Xander cringed at the noise.

"Damn it. We have no choice." Spike threw his arms in the air.


“We have to tell Buffy and the others so you can invoke the Slayer protection she promised you.” He scowled, looking as if he had smelled something awful, as he said it.

“Slayer protection?” Xander struggled to comprehend.

“Yeah, she promised to protect the bits if you let her touch. Ophelia let her touch, so they’re bound to a contract.”

"This'll be fun," Xander muttered.

Moments later, they pulled up to the Magic Box. Spike reached out, and gripped Xander's hand. Lingering for a few moments, they eventually walked inside to see Giles on the phone.

“I will talk to you more later,” he said, hanging up quickly and turning to Spike and Xander. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Is Buffy here?” Xander asked timidly, still clinging to Spike’s side.

"Yes. She's in the back of the store," Giles said. "Buffy!" She ambled out of the backroom.

"Hi, Xan," she said cheerily. "Spike. What's up?"

"We need help," Xander squeaked. Spike silently cursed. He had to give Xander credit. He knew just what to say to worry the Slayer.

“Help? What happened?” She looked at Spike, who shook his head as if to say It wasn’t me.

“Anya popped in-”

“Did she curse you, Xander? Please don’t tell me she cursed you!”

"No, she didn't curse me. We have cults after us," Xander said trying to stay calm.

Buffy looked surprised. “Cults? Why would cults be after you?”

"Ever heard of the Jenlanar Prophecy?" Spike faced Giles.

"Yes. But I'm assuming it's on the missing page."

“Well, seems like a few groups of demons think our bits are the ones from the prophecy. Anya sent them to France, but they won’t stay there. They’ll be back. We want your protection from them.” Spike looked at his boots. “I can’t protect them on my own.”

It almost killed him to admit he couldn’t protect his family. He had very reluctantly accepted being chipped in the first place, but to be unable to protect his family was almost against the unspoken Vampiric code.

"There's something you're not telling me. What are you not telling me?" Buffy asked.

"We have a psychic baby," Xander blurted out.

“And Dru’s here,” Spike blurted out at almost the exactly the same time Xander blurted out his secret.

Buffy sat down. “And you expect me to do what?”

“Put up on your end of the deal. You promised protection to Ophelia if she let you touch her.”

"You expect me to believe he has a psychic baby?"

“Yeah,” Spike said, unsure how to convince her. There was pushing against his mind. “I don’t have any granola bars; you ate the last one in the waiting room.”

"Who are you talking to?" Buffy asked, glancing back and forth.

"Ophelia. She thinks Daddy needs a granola bar." He gestured to Xander’s stomach.

“Oh, well, that’s not weird at all.” Buffy said, mockingly.

Willow came in with Tara. She looked at the group.

“Did someone call a Scooby meeting without us?” Willow asked.

"Spike's trying to convince me that Xander's pregnant with a psychic," Buffy laughed.

“Oh,” Tara said with a smile. “Xander, she’s very smart. Have you been watching the wizard of Oz?”

“Why?” Xander glanced down to his stomach, wondering if their babies were causing more trouble.

“She made a grab at my aura and asked me if I was a good witch or a bad witch? Well, not with so many words, it was just more feelings than anything else.” Tara smiled knowingly.

"She did?" Buffy asked. Tara nodded. "I'm still not believing this."

"How much proof do you need?" Spike retorted.

“She thinks you’re a good witch,” Xander said to Tara.

“Aw, tell her I said thanks.” Tara murmured.

"She can hear you, you know," Spike said. "She likes you." He wasn’t quite sure how he knew, other than the content feeling in the back of his head.

"Giles? What do you think?" Buffy asked.

Giles adjusted his glasses, “It’s not unheard of. If her brain activity is developing faster than a normal child’s would, then it is completely possible. What about the other child? Have they made, uh, contact?”

"Nope. It's just kind of there," Xander said, aimlessly poking his stomach.

Spike glared at him, "That's a terrible thing to say about our son!" Xander backed away, startled.

“You know it’s a boy?” Buffy asked. “Did the doctor tell you? Are they developing quickly?”

“No, it has to do with the prophecy.” Spike paused, trying to find the right way to explain. Just as he found the words, Xander began to babble.

"Dru showed up at our door, two weeks ago, blathering about Ophelia. That the baby made contact and needed Grandmummy," Xander explained. "We know she's a girl. And since the prophecy refers to one boy 'The hunter' and one girl 'the seer', we can only assume the other's a boy."

“I’m thinking of Daemon,” Spike said.

Xander recoiled in horror, “That’s like just asking for him to be evil!”

“Where’s Drusilla at the moment?” Willow asked pulling Tara closer to her. Spike glanced to the ceiling, struggling to hide his annoyed look. Drusilla should have been the least of their worries.

"We don't exactly know," Spike said. "We left her at the apartment, but if people are after us in town, she's probably looking."

“Yeah, Dru has been so protective. I think it’s Ophelia,” Xander said proudly. “She’s going to be a straight A student, I can feel it. Oh, maybe she’ll be one of those kids that are like ten and go to college.”

"Let's worry about getting her here first," Spike patted Xander’s arm. "We don't know what these cults are up to."

“How are we going to stop them though?”

“That’s why we came here. Sla- Buffy. Buffy, please. We need you.”

"You lied to me. Repeatedly."

“This isn’t about me. If you want, you can pretend I forced Xander to lie to you. Just protect him.”

"We didn't want you to think I was carrying demons. They have hearts. We heard them today. Please, Buffy."

"We need to know what we're up against!" Buffy exclaimed. "Giles, just what do you know about this prophecy?"

“Nothing. I called a friend. He said he has a friend that might have the book. His friend is from another dimension so their books shouldn’t be edited like ours are.”

"Can I ask a question?" Xander held up his hand. "Who would this friend be?"

“I do not reveal my sources, but from what my contact suggests the Host might have the book what we are looking for. If he is able to get it, then he will contact me.”

"The Host has the book?" Tara asked.

“From what my source tells me, he is Pylean. Pyleans have worked with Wolfram & Hart for years. Well, until recently. But, they still have a number of their works.”

"Well, can we call your source back before we have cults wanting me to drink the Kool-Aid?" Xander tightly clutched his stomach. Spike looked over Xander. Did he seem paler?

“I will call him back and discuss the new situation with him thoroughly.”

“I’m going to take him home. Can we take one of the witches just in case?”

"I'll go," Tara volunteered. She kissed Willow goodbye. "Is he alright?" She pointed to Xander.

"Pent up psychic energy, makes him cramp up," Spike explained.

“He should do yoga; it helps me when I need to clear my aura.”

"What is up with you people and yoga?" Xander seethed. "It's not like I can waltz into class and be all ‘Oh hi. I'm Xander. I have the prophesized saviors of a demon clan inside me and my psychic daughter wants chocolate.' How would that look?"

“They have home tapes,” Tara pointed out.

Xander blushed. “I knew that.”

They left the Magic Box and Spike helped Xander and Tara into the car. He got into the driver’s seat and drove off.

"He's all hormonal," Spike warned. "We're not sure if it's Lia, or the pregnancy." He tightly clutched the steering wheel.

"What do I need to know about Dru?" Tara asked. "I don't even know who or what that is."

“Dru’s my sire,” Spike said. “She’s a bit barmy, but she’s a seer like Lia here. As long as Lia likes you, you won’t have to worry about Dru. I think she knows what’s going on. She’s been staying out until almost dawn on most days.”

"This is all so strange," Tara said. "And I've seen some strange things before."

“I’ve lived for over a century and trust me. Xander’s the strangest thing I’ve seen so far, but you get used to him after awhile.”

“HEY!” Xander yelled. “I know what someone isn’t getting tonight.”

"Damn and it was just cleared medically too," Spike shook his head.

Xander crossed his arms across his chest, “Should have thought about that before you made your comment then.”

"Why do you have so many people after you?" Tara asked trying to quickly change the subject.

“That’s the thing about prophecies. People hear them and they believe them. Then they want whatever is attached to the prophecy for their own.”

"Do you think they'd hurt Xander?" She reached forward, and clasped Xander’s shoulder.

“Depends. Most won’t while others,” he glanced at the pale Xander. “Other will probably just leave him alone. I’m sure there are tons of people who think raising babies is just a big hassle.”

"I feel like I want to throw up," Xander groaned.

“Almost home, I promise.”

"This brat's never going to live this down. She’ll be hearing about how sick she made me until she’s in the nursing home."

“Don’t call her a brat. And you never know- might be Thomas who is making you sick.”

“Not naming him Thomas.”


“That’s even worse!”

"Merwyn." Spike smirked.

"No!" Xander huffed. “You think you’re so funny, Bleachie. When I enter the horny stage you’re not getting any. You’ll have to sit and-”

“I see your apartment!” Tara exclaimed.

"That's it," Xander muttered rubbing his tummy. "Ophelia, I love you, but this isn't fair to Daddy."

Spike pulled into the apartment building, “Can you feel if anyone is out there? Like their aura or what ever mystical thing you do to sense people?”

“I feel no one,” Tara said. “It’s safe for now.” She opened the car door. “Let’s get him upstairs.” Spike gently gripped Xander’s hand.

“You okay, Pet?” he asked. Xander nodded.

“She doesn’t mean it,” He huffed, shuffling up the stairs. “I know she doesn’t mean what she puts me through,”

“The thing is,” Tara explained. “is that she’s so small, and her power’s so big that it has no where to go when she gets stressed. Normally, her power would circulate and get absorbed back, but with her small size, it can’t reabsorb. So, you’re right. She doesn’t mean it. Once she’s a little bigger, she’ll be able to reabsorb her power.”

Spike opened the door, and beckoned Xander through. “What is it now, Pet?”

“She called Drusilla again,” Xander said, shaking his head. “She’s not feeling safe. I don’t know why. Even with the cults after us, they have no clue where we are.” Tara shook her head.

“Residual energy. I’m assuming her moments with Dru help rid her of some energy.”

Spike moved over to the window, noticing the curtains were open. Glancing to the parking lot, he could do nothing to shed the anxiety residing in the pit of his stomach. He knew there was nothing out there, and yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

Shaking his head, he closed the curtains, ready to turn his attention to Xander.

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