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Fic: Not At All According to Plan
This morning entrenous88 posted a call for fannish glee. I am having a kind of emo-cakes day and decided the best way to cheer myself up was to write some schmoopy Spike/Connor fic.

So here is some fic. It's a sequel to Blame it on the Tequila

Almost 900 words. Unbeta-d. Overly schmoopy and self-indulgent.


Spike never thought his life would be like this.

When he was soulless his mental vision of his future involved wreaking havoc across the globe with a good woman by his side. First it was Drusilla, then later Buffy, but he was open to anyone with bloodlust.

When he got his soul he thought his future involved eternally fighting the good fight –not in a poncy, angsty, bad haired kind of way—but being independent. Or maybe being with Buffy. Fighting and fucking and making the world safe for puppies and Christmas or whatever.

In no way did his vision of the future involve a soppy and romantic relationship with a not quite human lover. It didn’t involve knowing anyone’s favorite kind of ice cream and going to the all night grocery store to get it when said lover had a bad day. It didn’t involve enjoying staying in and playing scrabble as much as he enjoyed going out to kill things – thank God it was strip scrabble or Spike might have had to kill himself. His vision of his life didn’t involve being woken up for a goodbye kiss when his lover went to register for classes after he’d transferred to stay close.

And it certainly didn’t involve EVER meeting anyone’s parents.

--

“Please?” Connor tried making puppy dog faces but Spike was determined to stand firm.

“No. No way. Not happening.”

“I really think that meeting you will soften the blow of ‘mom, dad, I’m bisexual and also dating a much older man.’”

“I don’t think meeting the much older man will soften anything. If your other Dad is anything like Angel it will make him get out his shotgun. And I don’t think either of us are ready for the awkward conversation about why the bullet doesn’t kill me.”

Connor bit his lip. “Look, I can’t promise they will love it, or love you, but I love them. And I already do so much lying to them, I want to give them something true.”

“Oh, so you’re planning on owning the fact that I’m undead are you? And you are going to tell them how we met through your real father, the vampire who made a deal with the devil and had you implanted in their brains? Is the fact that you aren’t really theirs “true” enough for you?”

Connor took a step back and Spike felt something in his stomach twist at the expression on his face.

“Nevermind. I’m going to visit them this weekend. I’ll see you when I get back.”

--

On patrol that night Spike was paired with Illyria who spent most of the evening watching him with her head cocked. The only time she spoke was as he was leaving to go home.

“It pains you to be without your human. Why do you not go to him?”

He shook his head and walked away.

--

He spent Saturday moping and overeating. He was halfway through the blood supply in the fridge when he realized that Connor had bought him a special otter & mink blend that they only sold in a butcher shop an hour away.

At sunset Angel showed up.

Spike swore when he opened the door.

“Something confusing happened to me yesterday Spike. Connor called in the morning and told me that neither of you would be ablet to make it to patrol all weekend. And then later Illyria mentioned that she went out with you. And that you were upset.”

“I can see where it would be confusing being pathologically incapable of minding your own business.”

Angel grabbed Spike’s collar and shoved him against the door. “I’m only going to ask once Spike. What the hell did you do to my kid?”

Spike shook him off. “Mind your own damn business Angel.”

“Whenever anybody hurts my son it’s my business.”

“I didn’t!”

“Then why aren’t you with him? Did you forget the conversation we had about you dying if you ever upset him?”

“I just didn’t want to go see his parents. Is that a crime?”

Angel sagged. “He wanted you to meet them?”

Spike nodded.

“Like, hey Mom and Dad this is my boyfriend?”

Spike nodded.

“So…it’s serious?”

Spike groaned. “How many times do we have to have this conversation? Yes it’s serious. God, we’ve lived here together for a year and we shared a room in your place for months before that.”

Angel grimaced. “Right. Serious. Okay.” He squared his shoulders. “Then you have to go meet his parents.”

“What?”

“If it’s serious. If you…”Angel swallowed, “love him. You have to do this.” Angel moved to give Spike his keys and then pulled them back. “You can borrow Gunn’s car.”

--

Spike arrived at Connor’s parents house a little after 11. He called Connor from the driveway.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Look outside the front window.”

There was silence and then Connor swore softly and the line disconnected.

A grin split Connor’s face as he walked out of the house.

Connor whispered “You came” right before kissing Spike. Spike smiled against his lips.

“Connor?” A woman was standing in the doorway of the house and Connor pulled back.

“Mom.” He took Spike’s hand and laced their fingers together. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”