Title: Expecting the Unexpected
Author: Sparky8me2
Disclaimer: These people don't belong to me. I swear. They belong to Joss and the nice people at Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Lilah gets some news that she's going to have to share with Wesley. Lilah's POV.
Spoilers: Mainly Habeas Corpses- up to Calvary.
Distribution: and a few other places- if you want it, go ahead, just let me know where it's going.
Shit.
These goddamn things don't work right. I've taken five of stupid things, and they've all come out the exact same way. Line, plus sign, whatever. Either way, the message is loud and clear.
Positive.
Pregnant.
Shit.
I don't get it- it's not like Wesley and I haven't been careful. God knows the last thing either of us needs is a kid. The last thing the world needs too- another screwed up brat. Neither of us were cut out to be parents. We both come from screwed up families. We both lead screwed up lives. Not only that, but lives that are way too dangerous for a kid.
How the hell am I supposed to tell him? My hands are shaking like you wouldn't believe and I feel kind of queasy at the idea of having to have this sort of talk with him. I sit down on the edge of the bathtub with my head in my hands, staring at the not quite half a dozen home tests and packages scattered around the bathroom.
Maybe the tests are wrong. It sounds a bit unlikely, I know, but maybe it could be something else. Hell, I don't even care what else. I'm going to need to make an appointment with my doctor. Hopefully she'll be able to give me some answers.
Except the appointment with my doctor won't be with my doctor since she was killed with everyone else at the firm. Besides me, anyway. Thanks to Wes. There's no words to describe how happy I was to see him. If he hadn't shown up when he did the Beast would've killed me. Slowly and painfully no doubt. I can't help but be a little grateful, even if he was being an asshole.
Get out of town, he said. Change my name. Yeah, right. Because I'm really going to turn tail and run when the Beast that nearly did kill me, and successfully hunted down the rest of Wolfram and Hart is still roaming loose. That's a somewhat disturbing thought. It wasn't just people in the building it slaughtered. Everyone on the pay roll. Even people who were out sick. I want it gone. I want my life back.
Even as the thoughts about the Beast enter my head, my hand shoots to the non-healing wound in my side, where it pinned me down and started slowly sank a claw into me. I find myself hoping it won't hurt the baby that doesn't exist quite yet. That hopefully doesn't exist at all.
I'm not cut out for this parenthood thing. I'm sure as hell not the milk and cookies, PTA attending domestic type. This kid that doesn't yet exist deserves better than what I could give. Even in a non-post-apocalypic world.
God, I hope the tests are wrong...
Author: Sparky8me2
Disclaimer: These people don't belong to me. I swear. They belong to Joss and the nice people at Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Lilah gets some news that she's going to have to share with Wesley. Lilah's POV.
Spoilers: Mainly Habeas Corpses- up to Calvary.
Distribution: and a few other places- if you want it, go ahead, just let me know where it's going.
Shit.
These goddamn things don't work right. I've taken five of stupid things, and they've all come out the exact same way. Line, plus sign, whatever. Either way, the message is loud and clear.
Positive.
Pregnant.
Shit.
I don't get it- it's not like Wesley and I haven't been careful. God knows the last thing either of us needs is a kid. The last thing the world needs too- another screwed up brat. Neither of us were cut out to be parents. We both come from screwed up families. We both lead screwed up lives. Not only that, but lives that are way too dangerous for a kid.
How the hell am I supposed to tell him? My hands are shaking like you wouldn't believe and I feel kind of queasy at the idea of having to have this sort of talk with him. I sit down on the edge of the bathtub with my head in my hands, staring at the not quite half a dozen home tests and packages scattered around the bathroom.
Maybe the tests are wrong. It sounds a bit unlikely, I know, but maybe it could be something else. Hell, I don't even care what else. I'm going to need to make an appointment with my doctor. Hopefully she'll be able to give me some answers.
Except the appointment with my doctor won't be with my doctor since she was killed with everyone else at the firm. Besides me, anyway. Thanks to Wes. There's no words to describe how happy I was to see him. If he hadn't shown up when he did the Beast would've killed me. Slowly and painfully no doubt. I can't help but be a little grateful, even if he was being an asshole.
Get out of town, he said. Change my name. Yeah, right. Because I'm really going to turn tail and run when the Beast that nearly did kill me, and successfully hunted down the rest of Wolfram and Hart is still roaming loose. That's a somewhat disturbing thought. It wasn't just people in the building it slaughtered. Everyone on the pay roll. Even people who were out sick. I want it gone. I want my life back.
Even as the thoughts about the Beast enter my head, my hand shoots to the non-healing wound in my side, where it pinned me down and started slowly sank a claw into me. I find myself hoping it won't hurt the baby that doesn't exist quite yet. That hopefully doesn't exist at all.
I'm not cut out for this parenthood thing. I'm sure as hell not the milk and cookies, PTA attending domestic type. This kid that doesn't yet exist deserves better than what I could give. Even in a non-post-apocalypic world.
God, I hope the tests are wrong...