A/N: Thanks to those of you who reviewed. To be honest I really want to get this story finished as soon as possible because I want to possibly get started on my next gen story that will in theory not make me want to pound my head against the wall. Anyways, this chapter is pretty much ridiculous fluff, but I felt like writing it. For the most part the last section is just songfic-esque 'cause the lyrics and the situation fit perfectly. Oh well, hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Covenant or "Waking Up in Vegas" by Katy Perry.

Chapter 20: Waking Up in Vegas

Cybele's POV

"Let me ask this again. Is there a particular reason why you've decided to invade Pogue's apartment at five am in the morning?" I roared, aggressively annoyed at my friend. Somehow I was hoping to not wake Pogue up. Sadly, there was a good possibility I wouldn't wake him up out of his catatonic state.

In reality, I knew I should not be angry at her, but I wanted sleep. Badly. Fighting back the urge to fall asleep where I stood, I focused on Leona standing in actual consciousness. She actually looked awake with her hair pulled back loosely and dressed in a loose black button down and faded, ripped jeans. She was way too alert. Man, did I hate her. Could someone please bring me coffee? Now!

"Well, I'd love to if you'd stop yelling at me for ten minutes," she mocked back with a flippant gesture of her hand.

"Fine," I sighed in defeat. I gripped my fuzzy blue robe tighter as I took a seat on the beat-up couch. With her typical dignified grace, Leona strutted over to my new rocking chair. She crossed her legs while looking at me in that smug, self-satisfied way of hers.

"Are you ready to listen?" she questioned, resembling an obstinate parent who needed a good spanking themself. "Oh, shut up and get to the point," I answered without lacking any anger. With a wry smile, she began.

"Last night I dreamed that I was in Ye Old Salem. As Abigail. I met Gabriel even, but he was really weird. He called me Livia. Then, I got this weird feeling, and suddenly, I was hearing this evil voice in my head and saw my own reflection. Goddess, it was the most messed up dream I've ever had."

"Don't you already hear voices? Maybe you need to take some medicine for that…schizophrenia…" I coughed into my hand. It's not like everyone didn't expect her to have some sort of psychological condition with that crazy Fire floating around in her brain.

"Shut up, Cybele. I'm serious. Something bad, even worse than my father, must have us on their hit list, and you find this funny. Be realistic, Cyb. We have problems, massive problems we need to deal with," she whined.

"Calm down, Leona. The name only sounds vaguely familiar, and only because she was Octavian's third wife but one scary powerful woman. I don't recall her being one of our kind though, so the likelihood of her haunting you is quite slim," I spouted off, thankful that I had at least paid attention during history class.

"Well, if you want me to go away, start checking," she demanded, forcefully tossing me the Book of Salvation. It clunked into my chest before falling into my lap open to a random page. My fingers delicately began flipping through the book, looking for whatever Livia Leona was blabbering on about now, not that I was really looking.

"Do you even know why you got this dream?" I questioned, highly doubting I would get an actual answer.

"I had the dream after Caleb gave me this," she answered. Raising herself up out of her chair, she walked over to me and handed me a thin, delicate ring. It lay delicately on my thumb, twisting it gently around as I admired the intricate scrollwork of the sparkling blue diamonds. The ring did look rather ancient.

"Where did he get this ring?" My voice was serious, cold almost calculating.

"I was afraid to ask," she breathed out in her quick, frustrated way.

"Find out," I ordered, shoving the ring back at her.

"Cybele, what's your problem?" She sounded wounded like I had slashed at her.

"My problem is that somehow you keep bringing all this trouble to us. Why you? What curse did you decide to rain down on us now? I just want things to go back to normal," I bellowed. I mentally panicked as I heard Pogue stirring in the other room. "Leona, leave. Now," I commanded, pulling her off the couch where she sat next to me.

"Cybele, what's going on?" she demanded, her voice warped with panic.

"I don't want Pogue in the middle of this. This may have nothing to do with the Sons, and if we can keep them out of it, that's the way I want it. Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same for Caleb," I argued, forcing her towards the door.

"If I'm right, we won't be able to hide this for long," she whispered, nearly halfway out the door.

"I know, but please let me keep him safe in the dark for now," I begged, shutting the door quickly behind her. The door opened quickly. "As a warning, watch out for that baby. They have some pretty sick powers," she shouted through the opened door before closing it quickly again. I walked quietly to the couch plunging my body into its cushy, beat up comfort. I felt tears begin to drift down my cheeks as worry began to swarm through my veins. I could even feel my heart beating, no galloping, in my chest. I wiped defiantly at my eyes, trying to wipe away my tears, but my hands felt funny. I glanced down to see a thick coat of dark fur covering my hands, and my nails had lengthened into sharp claws. What. The. Hell.

"Cyb?" Pogue's voice called from the other room.

Shit. I couldn't let him come out here and find me like this. Okay, crazy baby, help momma out. No crazy stuff. I don't want your father knowing you joined the Freaky Babies of Ipswich Society. I tried to calm my breathing to a more respectable level. As my pulse began to slow, I saw the claws begin to recede and the fur start to disappear. Thank goodness. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Pogue, I'm in here," I shouted back, hearing his footsteps coming out into the living room.

"Hey, babe, what are you doing out here?" he asked through his sleepy fog.

"I was just thinking about school and how hard it's going to be. I thought college was going to be a rather stress-free experience," I explained, lying through my teeth. I smiled innocently enough at him. In that slow relaxed pace of his, he came over to sit next to me, pulling me into his arms and hugging me safe to his chest. I could feel the comfort and safety coming off him in waves, easing my tension.

"It'll be hard, but we'll make it through. C'mon it's a new kind of adventure," he smiled at me with his easy confidence.

"I'm not the adventurous type of girl," I answered stone-faced. "Well, you are now," he joked, shaking me gently with his laughter. I forced out a smile even while my inner turmoil was spinning me around.

"You ready for today?" he asked. My brain went ballistic, trying to recall quickly what I actually had to do today. Oh damn, that's right. Pogue was dragging me kicking and screaming to the obstetrician. I honestly didn't see the point. I knew a typical woman should go, but when you have borderline healing powers, honestly what's the point. Besides after what just happened, I knew it was sketchy for me to go and not accidently have the doctor notice something they shouldn't.

"No," I answered bluntly, still kind of pissed at him.

"You know you need to. I want a healthy little brat," he teased, rubbing my little bump enthusiastically.

"I'm honestly going to hurt you one of these days, Pogue," I scolded, giving him a glare.

"C'mon, let's get some sleep. Oh by the way, we're visiting my parents after the visit with the OB," he responded, popping off the couch and out of hitting range.

"Pogue, what the hell? I used to think you were a good friend and then boyfriend, but now you're sacrificing me to your parents after you drag me to a doctor's appointment I don't even want to go to." My voice sounded very whiny, but this was so not cool.

"I figured I'd bribe my mom with a sonogram. That way when my father goes to kill me my mother will be so happy about the baby she'll save me," he jested as he held out his hand to help me off the couch. With a little effort, I was able to heave myself off the couch and began making my way to the bedroom.

"I hate you, you know that," I growled, shoving him into the bedroom. "Well, at least, I love you," he teased, smiling at me gently.

"The gel might be cold, but unfortunately, there's really not much I can do about it," the nurse commented sweetly. Damn if she wasn't right. It was ridiculously cold. I shivered as she moved the gel around my stomach. I was actually kind of nervous after seeing the women in the waiting room and talking to a few I realized I was relatively big for being two months. Oh and they all hated me because I'm oh…eighteen. I hate my life.

The nurse continued to fiddle with the tech equipment as she flipped on a video monitor and began messing with some weird probe type of thing. Pogue unconsciously rubbed the hand he was holding. It felt good to at least not be alone for this torture. I gasped when she stuck the even colder metal probe on my belly.

"Sorry," she apologized quickly as she continued to move it around. The door opened suddenly and in walked a petite Asian woman in a starched white labcoat. Her face was a perfect oval and she had charming brown almond eyes. Her hair was a dark ebony with streaks of gray. She looked like she would be the perfect ancient medicine woman.

"Hello, Ms. Terrance. I'm Dr. Zhao," she greeted me with a handshake. "You must be the father. Glad to see you've come along with her," she said as she shook his hand, smiling at him.

"Dr. Zhao, I'm ready when you are," the nurse chimed in as the doctor moved towards the monitor.

The nurse continued to move the probe over my belly as a grainy image appeared on the monitor. I couldn't really see anything of it. With the exception of two clear blobs. Two clear blobs in the shape of heads. Holy. Shit.

"Ms. Terrance, it looks like you're having twins," the doctor announced in her calm, official sort of voice. Blood seemed to rush to my head. I closed my eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of frustration. Could my life get any more complicated? I expected one. That was enough. Now I had two. Someone please shoot me now. I opened my eyes to see Pogue looking rather dumbfounded.

"Do you want to know the sex of the babies?" Zhao continued, smiling brightly at me.

"Why not?" I answered rather dismally. I glanced over again to see Pogue was still in shell shock, so it's not like he was going to care. A little more probing on my belly followed.

"It looks like you're having a boy…" she pointed at the monitor at one of my little blobs, "…and a girl. Congratulations," she announced proudly, circling the other blob with her pen. Well, at least I was having two birds with one stone. "Unless you have any questions, I really think that's all for this meeting," she commented, motioning for the nurse to finish up.

"Thanks, Doc," Pogue finally piped up, coming out of his comatose daze.

The nurse hurriedly cleaned the jelly off my belly and put away the equipment before nearly dashing out of the room. Without anyone else in here, silence was pervading the atmosphere. Cautious stillness swamped the air, making it feel impossible to move.

"So we're having twins," I finally said after a few minutes of this aching quiet.

"Yep," was all he said.

"Still want to go see your parents?" I asked, staring up at the pinprick holes of the plaster tile ceiling.

"Nope."

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know."

"Want to run away?" At this comment, he finally perked up. Coming out of his daze once again, he looked at me with that glint of danger in his eyes.

"Yeah," he answered with a smile.

Sunlight compelled me to open, and boy was I sorry for it. Like staring straight into the sun, my eyes burned like hell, and I quickly shut them trying to go back to sleep. No such luck. The sun continued to stream through the open window in front of the bed…wait a second…Pogue's apartment didn't have a window in front of the bed. It was on the side of the room, not to mention kind of small. Squinting my eyes, I looked at the room me and Mr. Asleep-Like-A-Fallen-Piece-Of-Timber were now in. It sure wasn't his apartment or possibly even his parents house. This room could be summed up in a few words. Flashy Vegas hotel room. Oh shit.

"Pogue, wake up," I shouted, but he just rolled over trying to ignore the noise. If the boy could sleep through a tornado, he would. I sat up in bed to stare over at my rather annoying boyfriend who currently had his head stuffed against the pillow with his shaggy hair splayed across it. As per usual, he was shirtless, demonstrating muscles that only minutely suggested he worked out. Yeah right. He gripped the pillow tighter to his face trying to stay asleep. Without pausing to think, I yanked the pillow from behind me and slapped it across his backside.

"You know that's not going to get me to wake up," he mumbled through the pillow.

"Pogue, would you consider waking up if I told you I don't think we're in Kansas anymore?" I mocked back, smacking him in the head with the pillow this time.

Slowly and with every bit of annoyance, he rolled over and opened his eyes to look at everything around him. From the tacky comforter with its printed deck of cards and casino chips to the room lined with ever little knick knack a poker granny could find at a garage sale or thrift store. What ridiculous rabbit hole had I traveled into?

"You gotta help me out. It's all a blur last night. How'd did we end up here, Pogue? Got any explanations because I got nothing," I shouted as I stumbled out of bed, tripping over my own clothes.

"Umm, I don't know. Ow, goddamn that sun is bright," he cursed, rubbing his temples in pain.

"I know one thing we need a taxi 'cause you're hung over," I reached for my purse among the clutter of clothes and found I had absolutely no money, "and I'm broke." Scraping my nails through my hair, I leaned into my knees, letting out a frustrated scream.

"Ok, here take this thing it keeps buzzing like hell. If I really have a hangover, I'm getting a shower and possibly taking an entire bottle of aspirin," he groaned, tossing me the phone and climbing out of bed. I snatched the phone out of my lap flipping it open to see I had a grand total of a…drum roll please…100 text messages…and…200 missed phone calls.

I only had to begin to scroll the text messages to get the gist of it. I highly doubt I had been drinking, but I must have sent a stupid text. Paging through to my outbox, I opened the first sent message to see my biggest mistake ever.

I'm having twins…off to vegas…ps imma wolf…lol =)

Oh, shit. Well, that explains the text messages since I sent it to all the Guardians and the Sons and my parents and my brother. Someone please shoot me now for the fiftieth time this week. Cautiously, I dialed Lee's number figuring if I could stop her I might be able to stop the onslaught of calls and texts.

"Cybele Elizabeth, what the hell were you thinking?" I heard her angry voice shout, no scream, into the receiver of the phone.

"I'm going to go with I don't know," I answered carefully, clenching my teeth in worry.

"The hell you don't. I'm to going to yell at you for each item one at a time, and then maybe I'll save your ass and Pogue's from your parents because if your father doesn't shoot him one good with a shotgun, Parker is going to use him as target practice." Her words lurched out in one frustrated stream. "First off, you're kidding me, right? You didn't seriously go to the doctor? Better yet you don't really have two little demons growing in you because if you do there's a good chance we all do and personally I will have two little Satans. So please tell me you're joking?" she babbled on at a frantic, hectic pace even for her.

"Slow down. You're giving me a headache. Unfortunately, yes, I am having twins. So congratulations, you're probably having his and hers baby Satans. Enjoy," I interrupted unable to resist a slight smile pulling up at the edges of my lips.

"Excuse me for a minute, I'm going to kill Caleb. Grr, stupid Son of a...Now why on earth are you in Vegas?" she posed. I could almost feel the scolding look through the phone, but that question I had been asking since I woke up finally had an idea come crashing through. I glanced down at my left hand and sure enough there was Pogue's class ring in all its expensive private school glory on my left ring finger. "Hold on a second," I demanded as I dropped the phone on the bed and hurled myself towards the bathroom. Throwing open the door to a room filled with humid steam, I shouted to apparently my husband, "Pogue, we got married."

I heard the bar of soap fall to the ground and the shower faucet snap off. Whipping a towel around his waist, he stepped out of the shower and stared at me dumbfounded. He swiped through his wet hair with his fingers, allowing his serious face to settle into place. "Eh, I guess it saves us time," he mumbled. Of course, that would be Pogue's reaction. With an eye roll, I headed back to my phone.

"Well, apparently I got married," I replied unenthusiastically into the phone.

At this point, I had to pull the phone away from my ear as Lee screamed hysterically with some long strings of curses. "Okay fine, two out of three covered now onto 'imma wolf,' gangsta girl," she teased.

"I would love to say I was drunk, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't. Yeah, I had a slight panic attack and all of a sudden I'm all fur and claws. I'm pretty sure I'm carrying baby werewolves or something," I joked, patting the bump.

"I guess I get seers, and you get werewolves. Ain't life a kick in the head?" she jested, laughter brightening the tension away.

"So you going to get rid of my parental issues?" I asked, squinting my eyes closed with hoping.

Letting out a sigh, she answered, "Yeah, but you owe me." I hung up the phone and fell back against my pillow. Well, I guess this is what I get for waking up in Vegas.

A/N: Ok so, who knows where this chapter came from. I started working on the next gen story out of boredom. Next chapter should be immensely better since it's action and I think we could all use some more action. If you value my happiness, please review.