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Father
By Kara

Rating: PG
Spoilers: Origin

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I remember when you were so small that I could hold you in one arm. Your head fit perfectly into the palm of my hand, and when I stretched you out, your feet still didn’t reach to my elbow. You were my baby boy, the son that I thought I’d never have, not in 240 years. You were more than any childe could be because you were the flesh of my flesh, not just the blood of my blood.

But I only had you for a few months. I missed out on watching you grow up twice, once in hell and once in your own memories. There were no first steps or first words. The first time you called me Dad, it was sarcasm and scorn and almost worthy of Spike. I lost you twice.

Yeah, you tried to kill me, but it’s not like it’s something I haven’t done. Chip off the old block and all that. And I thought I fixed it—fixed everything—when I sold what’s left of my soul to give you the life you needed.

And guess what. You still fulfilled your destiny. You still fought with everything that both of your fathers taught you. And I could watch with pride as my son kicked demon ass just as he was born to do.

And then as you walked out of my life a third time, you gave me the best gift anyone ever gave me, after Darla. You gave me the gift of an open door, and the first word that I always wanted to hear.

Father.