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Chapter 2

"Buffy's pregnant!" Fred blurted out and quickly clammed up.

Spike's normally pale face turned a shade of red and he stormed down the hallway. He soon fell an empty closet to occupy. Once he was in and closed the door, he grabbed the nearest object next to him and threw it again the wall.

When Buffy woke up the next morning, she was surprised to find a green person setting her breakfast on bed tray.

"Morning, sunshine. The name's Lorne." He greeted. Buffy looked at him warily. "Oh. Don't worry. I'm a friend of Angel's. I know I look… odd and all but it just the green." Buffy simply nodded and attempted to take a bit of her breakfast before running from the bed to the bathroom due to morning sickness.

When she returned, Lorne was still there.

"Just so you know, eggs and bacon are bad for me; at least the smell is. I'll just eat some toast." Buffy smiled as she grabbed a piece of toast off her plate.

"So, Lorne. What's your story?" She inquired.

"Well," Lorne began. "I'm an empathy demon. I can tell peoples' souls and their path when they sing. I was originally from a demon dimension known as Pylea where I was known as Krevlornswath of the Deathwok Clan. Then I ended up here and Angel routinely came to me for help at my old violence-free, demon-karoake bar. It was destroyed a while ago and then I began helping Angel when he hired me as the head of Wolfram & Hart's Entertainment Division. And here I am. I know this might sound weird but I need you to sing for me, so I can see what is going to happen to you and the little munchkin inside you." Lorne asked, politely. "I would understand if you don't want to but…"

"Its alright. I do need to know what I can do to protect me and my child." Buffy replied, placing a protective hand on her stomach.

"Life's a show and we all play a part
And when the music starts,
We open up our hearts

It's all right if some things come out wrong.
We'll sing a happy song
And you can sing along.

Where's there's life,
There's hope.
Everyday's
A gift.
Wishes can
Come true.
Whistle while
You work.
So hard
All day.

To be like other girls
To fit in in this glittering world.
Don't give me songs.
Don't give me songs.

Give me something to sing about.
I need something to sing about.

Life's a song
You don't get to rehearse.
And every single verse
Can make it that much worse.

Still my friends
Don't know why I ignore
The million things or more
I should be dancing for.

All the joy
Life sends.
Family
And friends.
All the twists
And bends
Knowing that
It ends.
Well that
Depends…

On if they let you go,
On if they know enough to know

That when you bow
You leave the crowd.

There was no pain,
No fear, no doubt
Till they pulled me out
Of heaven.

So that's my refrain.
I live in hell
'Cause I've been expelled
From heaven.
I think I was in heaven.

So give me something to sing about.
Please give me something. "

Buffy began to sing sorrowfully, thinking of Spike and how her child would be left without a father.

As she sang, Lorne tried to pick up on her aura or her destiny, only to see nada.

When she finished, Lorne smiled. "Very nice Buffy. I'll be back later."

Lorne hurried down to Angel's office, only to find Spike in there. Drinking away his sorrows over the news that Buffy was pregnant, he had downed two bottles of tequila and was working on his third.

"Spike." Lorne called.

Spike turned around and stared at Lorne. "Oh, it's you! You've heard the news, right? The Slayer has gone and gotten herself pregnant by some ponce. Course she did. She probably never even loved me in the first place. I was just a loser for her to shag. Bloody hell." He hung his head and took another gulp of tequila, trying to mask the pain.

"Spike. Buffy is here."

At this comment, Spike abruptly rose to his feet, and stumbled a bit, due to the tequila. "Buffy? Here? I need to see her… I need to see Buffy." He stumbled down the hall and was gone for a few minutes before coming back.

"Where is she?" Then he passed out.

When Angel arrived at his office, Spike was still unconscious in the doorway and Lorne sat on the couch, obviously troubled.

"Angel-cakes. Just who I need to see… I had Buffy sing for me…" He began to say.

"That's good. What did you see?" Angel interrupted.

"There lies the problem, Angel. I didn't see anything."