Buffy opened her eyes and looked out into the shininess of her beautiful
room on this warn California day. The birds were chirping, the grass was
beautifully green. How much more perfect could it get? Suddenly she felt
an odd sensation in her stomach. She was very, very nauseous. She ran to
the bathroom and threw up for a good five minutes. After she was done, she
laid her head on the cool porcelain floor and cried. What was wrong with
her? This was the second day in a row this had happened. She hoped she
didn't have the flu. The flu was the worse for a slayer. Bed-ridden for
at least a week, while all the vamps in Sunnydale had a free-for-all
buffet. She went into her room and got dressed. She had decided she would
go to Tara to ask for a witch's diagnosis.
"Buffy, I think it's more than just the flu." Tara told her with a white face. "I think it's a little more serious." She told Buffy.
"Well what then?" She was relieved she didn't have the flu. But she was puzzled about Tara's somber demeanor. What could be so much worse than the flu?
"Buffy, I think you're pregnant." Tara mumbled softly. Buffy stared at Tara dead in the face. Was this some kind of sick joke? It had to be. She had always figured Tara to be the soft, considerate type. Not a person who made mean jokes like this and worried Buffy out of her mind.
"Tara, did Xander put you up to this? Cuz if he did, I'll kill him…" Something in Tara's face told Buffy it wasn't a joke. Buffy looked down and before she knew it, the ground was coming up to meet her.
"Buffy…. Buffy…Buffy, are you okay?" Someone was yelling at her and she couldn't figure out why. She opened her eyes and saw two very concerned witches looking down at her. She realized she was on the floor, and that Willow and Tara were crouched over her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then it all came back to her. The morning sickness, her going to Tara, Tara telling her the news….
"Willow, how did you get here?" She asked.
"I came in just right after you fainted. Buff are you okay? What happened? Tara, is she all right?" Tara hadn't told Willow about Buffy's condition yet. Buffy got up quickly and looked around the room.
"I have to go." She said simply and shortly. She grabbed her coat and left the room, ignoring Willow's questions. When she got outside she let the cool air brush over her. It started to hit her the seriousness of her predicament. She mentally ran through a list of who could have possibly been the second creator of this child. Then it hit her. But it couldn't be. Vampires can't…they don't have the equipment to…. But she knew. She knew that it was Spike.
"Buffy, I think it's more than just the flu." Tara told her with a white face. "I think it's a little more serious." She told Buffy.
"Well what then?" She was relieved she didn't have the flu. But she was puzzled about Tara's somber demeanor. What could be so much worse than the flu?
"Buffy, I think you're pregnant." Tara mumbled softly. Buffy stared at Tara dead in the face. Was this some kind of sick joke? It had to be. She had always figured Tara to be the soft, considerate type. Not a person who made mean jokes like this and worried Buffy out of her mind.
"Tara, did Xander put you up to this? Cuz if he did, I'll kill him…" Something in Tara's face told Buffy it wasn't a joke. Buffy looked down and before she knew it, the ground was coming up to meet her.
"Buffy…. Buffy…Buffy, are you okay?" Someone was yelling at her and she couldn't figure out why. She opened her eyes and saw two very concerned witches looking down at her. She realized she was on the floor, and that Willow and Tara were crouched over her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then it all came back to her. The morning sickness, her going to Tara, Tara telling her the news….
"Willow, how did you get here?" She asked.
"I came in just right after you fainted. Buff are you okay? What happened? Tara, is she all right?" Tara hadn't told Willow about Buffy's condition yet. Buffy got up quickly and looked around the room.
"I have to go." She said simply and shortly. She grabbed her coat and left the room, ignoring Willow's questions. When she got outside she let the cool air brush over her. It started to hit her the seriousness of her predicament. She mentally ran through a list of who could have possibly been the second creator of this child. Then it hit her. But it couldn't be. Vampires can't…they don't have the equipment to…. But she knew. She knew that it was Spike.