the Babe

Parts 1-4

 

SERIES : the Babe

PAIRING : Buffy/Angel

RATING THESE PARTS : PG

OVERALL RATING : PG, R, & NC17

SPOILERS : I Will Remember You

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

 

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PART 1 (PG14 - Flashes)

 

            How could this be? She hadn’t been with anyone since Parker, and her and Riley had not been together that long. Immaculate conception? How could she break the news to Giles? Or her mom? Or... maybe she wouldn’t have to. She had done the research and there was an abortion clinic in LA, a short drive and a problem taken care of. She was in the car now; luckily she had found time to get her license.

 

            The dark was his friend, his comfort, made him feel at home, provided him solace. In the dark, he knew there were ghosts and demons and he walked among friends at night. He leapt from building to building looking for something to kill, to take away the pain and hurt of a day that never happened. He wished he had the guts to just do himself in, wait outside one second too long. He had challenged death, dared himself to do it, but always pulled back at the last second and watched from the shadows. She would be too disappointed in him if he just gave up, it would crush her and he didn’t want that. He would stand strong and watch her grow and die and then he would join her in heaven or leave the world for hell. That was the plan, he had been around 250 years, he could wait another 60 or so for the end. He welcomed it.

 

            It had been way too long. The blood gushed out, his long chase had paid off and he welcomed the sweetness of the fear mixed with the red he loved so much. She scratched at his hands holding her neck in place and slowly gave up. He let her sink to the ground. It was good to back, it had been a long and painful process, but he had managed and now he was ready for his revenge. He would get the Slayer’s heart and he would find Dru and he would prove he hadn’t gone soft on her. He was quite hard, yes he was, just thinking about his beloved dark princess, he must speed the plan along. He was back and this time, he was out for blood, the slayers’.

 

            It had been a long day and she had rushed home to take off her shoes and jumped in the shower. Dennis had made dinner, he was good like that, and she ate she told him about her day. The new case had her puzzled, a woman had gone to a clinic, her child was kicking on the way there, but had been still born. The woman wanted her child, she had come to Angel for help, although he didn’t really know what to do, what could he do? The only thing that made him accept it was the fact that her husband was a half-demon and she feared he stole the baby from her. Angel would check the clinic out tomorrow. She drifted off to sleep and was suddenly awaken with that all too familiar pain.

 

            She drove straight through and arrived bright that morning and thought about going to see her father but she couldn’t do that. Not like this, maybe after... after she killed her child. She couldn’t think like that... she tried not to but that’s what it was. Although she didn’t even know what it was that was growing inside her, she only knew that her doctor had said she was pregnant. She couldn’t understand it. She grabbed her purse, “Ready to go Mr. Gordo? Let’s do this.” She clutched the pig as she approached the door. She went inside, signed in and waited.

 

PART 2 (PG - Chance Meeting)

 

            He woke up, or rather he was already up and couldn’t sleep, dreams plagued him once again, as they often did. This time it was Ms. Calendar in the school, and dragging her to Giles’ house to leave her in his bed, sadistic smiles. He wouldn’t be going back to sleep anytime soon, so he got an early start on the day. He went to the fridge and drank his breakfast, as always and went upstairs after a shower. Cordelia was sitting there already; it was early, something was wrong.

            “Morning, you’re here early.”

            “I’ve been researching.”

            “What?”

            “Gypsies, Rumany.”

            “Why?”

            “A vision.”

            “What kind of vision, why would you look that up?”

            “Because I saw you and I saw that little orby thingy that Willow used for the curse and I’m curious as to what it all means, so I’m doing research, I’ll let you know if I find something. Until that time, you have to go check that clinic out and see if we can find a demon baby.”

            “Right... okay... Cordelia?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

            “I’m not worried, just concerned, now go...”

            “Okay, okay... later.” He left, wondering what the vision meant, was there something she was holding back? She seemed less inclined to answer questions than other times. He couldn’t think about that, he made his way to the clinic underground and came up right in front. He went inside.

 

            Waiting took so long, gave her time to think, time she didn’t want. She wanted this child out of her body, it wasn’t normal, wasn’t created out of love... what was happening? The doctor had said it was conceived around Thanksgiving but that was two months after Parker and a month before Riley. There was no one else.

            “Angel Summers?” the nurse asked. “Angel Summers?” Oh, she heard it and remembered that that’s what she had put for her name.

            “Sorry, that’s me.”

            “Follow me.” She stood up and took a glance back, and walked into the hallway, behind closed doors.

 

            He could have sworn the blond haired girl looked familiar. How many times had he thought he had seen her? Too many and it had been worse since their day of blinding passion. He had to get it out of his mind.

            “Hi, I’m looking for information.”

            “Aren’t we all.” The receptionist replied.

            “I was wondering if I could look at your statistics for the clinic in the last six months.”

            “Why? You a reporter? Because we don’t give information to just anyone.”

            “No, I’m not a reporter, I’m a graduate student and I’m doing research on clinics and Planned Parenthood, I just need some numbers.”

            “Well, I’ll have to check with my supervisor on that. Wait here.”

            “Okay.” While he was waiting he looked around, the walls were adorned with posters of babies in utero and small children, things he would never have. Abortion was something non-existent in his time, and he couldn’t imagine a girl this desperate, to kill her own child. He had killed children and families ruthlessly, but he had no choice, it was the demon, but these girls had no demons. Stupid, everyone has demons, just not real ones. He looked down at the list of names that had signed in and froze.

 

            “Okay, I’m Doctor Feldman, I’m a psychologist, it’s common practice here for us to talk with women before this decision is made. We look at it as a process, we need to make sure you understand what is going to happen.”

            “Look, I get it, but I know what’s going to happen, and I want that, when can you do it?”

            “Ms. Summers, we want to talk to you, and in a couple weeks, if you still feel this way, we can make an appoint for the procedure.”

            “That’s not good enough, I have school, a job, I don’t even live here, I have to get back home. I thought about it all the way here, I don’t even know who the father is... I don’t remember.”

            “Ms. Summers, if it was a rape, you should report it to the police and blood samples should be taken from the child. You need to put this man behind bars.” What man? She hadn’t been with anyone.

            “I’ve already been there, they have what they need, now please...” she began crying, “please, I want this demon baby out of me... I don’t remember anything about that night, and I don’t need one more reminder inside me. I want it out now.”

            “Okay... I think we might be able to wave the week waiting period, under the circumstances, but we highly recommend you have a friend with you, for support.”

            “I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine. I don’t have any friends here.” Liar. She was a liar. But how could she go there, he would be so disappointed, a night she was probably drunk out of her mind and.  “Can we do it today? Now?”

            “Let me go see.”

 

            “Okay, I can take you to the stats room, come with me.”

            “Do you know if most girls use their real names here?”

            “Honey, I don’t know and we usually don’t ask for identification.”

            “What did Ms. Summers look like?”

            “What?”

            “A patient, I saw her name on the list, what did she look like?”

            “I can’t give out information like that sugar. It’s confidential. Here, all the information you need, I can help you out.” The bell rang at the desk, “Hold on here, I’ll be right back.” She left and he went out into the hallway.

 

            “Okay, why don’t you put this robe on, and the doctor will be with you a few moments. You can sit or lay on table when you’re changed, and try to relax.”

            “Thank you.” She got changed, glancing at herself in the mirror, whatever was inside, would not be soon. She took out Mr. Gordo and held him while taking herself in. She had gotten thinner in recent weeks, she had stopped eating. She hadn’t gotten much sleep and she felt so sick all the time. She was dying inside, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She suddenly felt that presence, inside, deep in her gut.

 

            He went door to door, opening the patient records to see the name. He found the one with ‘Angel Summers’ written on it and he knocked on the door.

            “Come in.” The voice, her voice, what was she doing here? Was she sick? He walked in and her back was turned to the door, she was looking in the mirror.

            “Buffy.” She spun around quickly and Mr. Gordo fell to the floor.

 

PART 3 (PG - Making Connections)

 

            Not only did he want her blood, he wanted her to suffer for all the comments, jokes, cruel words, she should expect nothing less. What’s the best weapon against her? He knew the answer; he was on his way to LA.

 

            “Buffy? Aren’t you going to say something?” He walked in and closed the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” He walked to her and she fell to the floor, he rushed to catch her. “What’s going on?” He picked her up and sat her on the table.

            “Oh Angel...” she began crying and fell into his arms. He didn’t understand why would she be there? Just then the door opened.

            “Sir... you’ll have to leave, the police are on their way... we don’t take kindly to pro-lifers coming in to change young girls’ minds.”

            “But I’m not... I’m a detective and I was here on a case but...” The nurse came and grabbed his arm. “This is my... a friend and I recognized her name and I...”

            “Nurse, it’s fine... he’s right, I didn’t know he was in LA, small world, could you leave us alone?”

            “Are you sure sweetheart?”

            “Yes.”

            “Okay, the doctor will be here in a couple minutes, to tell you the truth I’m glad you have a friend now, you shouldn’t make this decision without someone who knows you.”

 

            He knew her alright, a little too well for her liking, especially now. She could see the disappointment and shock in his eyes and she knew he saw her sadness. The nurse left and he sat down in a chair across the room.

            “Mind telling me what’s going on?”

            “It’s none of your business.”

            The door opened and the doctor spoke. “Okay Ms. Summers, ready for your abortion?”

            “Abortion? Oh Buffy...”

            “Oh pardon me, I didn’t know you had a friend here, we’re usually not that blunt around here, but you seem so insistent from what the nurse said. I just need to ask you a few questions and then we can start.”

            “Fine.”

            “Buffy...”

            “Angel, if you’re going to be here, you’re going to be quiet.” She wanted him to shut up and let her take care of her business. Why had she let him stay? She should have let the nurse drag him away in handcuffs, teach him a lesson, why couldn’t he just stay away, it’s what he said he wanted, what he promised he’d do. Was this the normal life he wanted for her? She laughed and cried inside.

            “Doctor, can my friend and I have a few minutes please?”

            “Angel, sit down and be quiet or leave, nobody asked for you to be here, how did you get here anyway? You following me again?”

            “Miss, is there a problem?”

            “Please, just give us a few minutes, please, if she still wants me to leave, I’ll go.”

            The doctor left, “Ms. Summers, if you need help don’t hesitate to come and ask.”

            “You like leaving, huh?”

            “Buffy, don’t...”

            “Don’t what? Don’t love you? Don’t be mad because you don’t let me make my own choices? Don’t hate you because you think you know what’s best for me? I don’t have those choices to make, they’ve been made. I hate you.”

 

            It hurt. Those words stung him more than anything he had ever felt. She didn’t mean it, she was in pain, he could see it in her eyes, she was hurting.

            “Does that make you feel better? Hurting me?”

            “Yes, it does.”

            “Buffy, what’s going on here?”

            “Duh, I’m getting rid of a problem.”

            “Buffy, how did this happen?”

            “Well, it all starts with a guy...”

            “Cut it, you know what I meant...”

            “Angel, I don’t know.”

            “How can you not know?”

            “Angel, I wasn’t with anyone when the baby was made, I don’t know how it got inside, and I don’t want to know, who knows what kind of Hellmouth present this is, I want it out.”

            “I thought you had a new boyfriend?”

            “I did, I do, I guess, but we weren’t together until a month after the baby got here, and I was with this other guy one night in September, but those were the only two and certainly no where near Thanksgiving.” Thanksgiving?

            “Thanksgiving?”

            “Yea, that’s when the doctor said it was conceived, but I wasn’t with anyone Angel, I would remember wouldn’t I?” No she wouldn’t, but was it possible? He couldn’t tell her, but how could he get her to wait.

            “Buffy, maybe you should get some rest, get some good food, and think about it a little, don’t you want to know what happened?”

            “Angel, nothing happened, that’s what scares me so much.” She started crying again and he went to her and held her. “I’m so scared Angel, what am I going to do? What’s inside me?” She was weak and she was scared.

            “Buffy, let me take you home, you can get some rest and we’ll think about this more, maybe get an ultrasound and see if it’s a demon or not?”

            “Angel, it has to be, I wasn’t with anyone! Are you thinking I’m lying? Or I was so drunk I don’t remember? I’d know if I’d had sex with anyone and I didn’t. Angel... I didn’t... I swear...”

            “Shhh, be quiet... get dressed, and I’ll take you home with me... please, let me take you away from this place.”

            She nodded her head and let him go and he left to talk with the doctor. An hour later he was carrying her into his apartment.

 

PART 4 (PG - Finding Out)

 

            He placed her in his bed and remembered a time when she had been waiting for him to come back with food. He now looked at her frail body, she had lost weight, she looked tired, sick, she was pale, almost as pale as him. He sat and held her hand as she fell asleep. He put a blanket on her and went upstairs.

            “Cordelia?”

            “Angel? What happened at the clinic? Anything?”

            “Yeah, I found something.”

            “Great, what?”

            “Buffy.”

            “What?”

            “Listen to me, she’s downstairs, she should sleep for a while, she’s pregnant Cordelia.”

            “Pregnant? Why is she here?”

            “Cordelia, she has no memory of being with anyone around the time the baby was made, around Thanksgiving Cordelia, the baby is from Thanksgiving.”

            “Do you think...”

            “Yes I do, I have to go see the Oracles, find out what’s going on? Just go down there in case she wakes up, don’t say anything about Thanksgiving.”

            “You got it boss.”

 

            He had a knack for being in the right place at the right time, it was a gift.

            “So, Sir... what was your name again?”

            “William... William Smith.” He extended a hand.

            “Okay, Mr. Smith, we here at Wolfram and Hart believe in protecting the rights of our clients and if you are interested, we do anything to aid our clients.”

            “Oh, I’m not here for that, I want some information, thought you might want be able to help me, I understand you’ve had some dealings with an old friend of mine.”

            “Why would we help you?” Spike grabbed him and turned him around and brought his neck in close.

            “Because if you don’t, you die. Good reason?”

            “Quite.”

            “Good boy, now I want all the information you have on a little business called Angel Investigations.”

            “You have an interest in this?”

            “Let’s just say Angel and I go way back.”

            “Mr. Smith, we’re going to get along just fine.”

            “Indeed.”

 

            “I beseech access to the knowing ones.” The door opened and he entered.

            “What have you brought us?” He held it up and it flew into her hand. “Interesting choice, a rattle.”

            “What do you want lover being, we have no time for your whims.”

            “What’s happening? Is the baby mine?”

            “I don’t understand why you come to us when you already know these answers.” She paced around.

            “Why do you bother us lower being?”

            “How can she be pregnant with my baby? The day was forgotten, erased... how can she... I don’t understand, what am I supposed to do? Tell her, how can I do that? What kind of a joke is this?”

            “What was meant to, be is and what is meant to be, will be. You know this lesson lower being why do you come here and bore us so?”

            “Look, you can’t just play with peoples lives like this, she doesn’t need a baby... will the baby live? What will happen to her? She’s the Slayer...”

            “Look, warrior, stop worrying about what may happen and concentrate on what is. She will remember when and if she needs to and until then, do what you must. Things are happening with the world that will not be understood but to everything a greater purpose.”

            “Now leave us lower being, you bore me.” He flew out of the room and the door was shut, some help they were. The baby was his, but what would he say to Buffy? He wished he knew.

 

 

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