Title: Love is Forever; Life is Less Considerate
A/N: This is the last chapter (yes, I know you all are so deeply depressed now). I am going to write an epilogue, though. A sequel, though, will only be happening if you guys and gals hit me back with a lot of reviews. If you don't want everyone to read it, though, email me. Actually, just email me anyway! Angel_chic101@hotmail.com or amarie@wirefire.com.
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Buffy had once fallen off the monkey bars when she was 6 and got the wind knocked out of her. That's how she felt now, except she kept falling over and over again every 10 seconds. Its not that she was unhappy to find out the baby wasn't Darla's. Hell, that's a relief. She was just so overwhelmed with the new information that she was in a state of shock. She was going to be a mother of a baby boy. She wasn't completely positive that Wesley wasn't on something, but she wasn't in any condition to argue. Pronouncing two-syllable words was becoming a problem. But some part of her heart and soul was screaming with joy.
/Angel is going to be part of my life now, again, permanently. We'll be some distorted family or something. /
Darla was upstairs, thrashing about on top of the bed. She tried so hard to rid herself of the shackles containing her, but they never lost their grip. She finally gave up, without a long fight. She didn't know what to do. She had developed an emotional attachment to the being inside of her that she didn't think she could have with anything. She was just beginning to accept her impending motherhood, and now the entire concept was being ripped away from her.
/Damn that Slayer. Fuck it, fuck it all! /
She thought about taking the baby after it was born, but she could never fight all of them. She really had no options, her future was really dependent on whatever Angel and Buffy thought should happen to her. She couldn't let that happen; she couldn't let them control her.
A few hours later, Buffy had regained most of her comprehension skills. She wasn't quite sure she was ready to be a mother, though. She would soon be accepting responsibility for another life. She began wishing that her mother were still alive to help her through all of this. There were lots more obligations that went along with raising a baby instead of a teenager. What if she was an awful mother? She didn't know if she could live with herself knowing that she had inadvertently allowed harm to come to her child.
The screaming sounds coming from upstairs suspended Buffy's train of thought. The outcries were Darla's for sure, but the didn't sound like the previous ones she omitted while trying to free herself. These were different, more painful screams. Darla was going into labor. Everyone had heard them and rushed upstairs. There lay Darla, hunched over in pain. They quickly began setting pillows under her head and feet and helping her with the la maz breathing.
"God.Make it stop!" she screamed, in the middle of her longest contraction yet.
"Let's take her down to my room."
Gunn undid the restraints around her wrists, then Gunn, Wesley, and Angel carried her down the stairs and into Angel's bedroom. They tucked all of the pillows they could find behind her and propped up her legs.
"Maybe that wasn't the greatest idea, Angel." Wes observed. Judging by the beating they had taken while carrying her, he might have been right.
Buffy noticed that no one really knew what they were doing when it came to actually delivering the baby, though. But they were trying, hard. Darla's contractions were getting closer and closer together.
"C'mon Darla, breathe. Whoo-whoo-heeee, Whoo-whoo-heee." Gunn was trying to help in any way that he could.
"Did you..forget.." she let out a long yell, "that I don't.. BREATH!"
"Well, it could help you relax a little bit."
"I have a god damn baby coming out of me.. I can't exactly relax!" Darla spat back.
Gunn retreated to a nearby chair, with her attempts to help shot down. He had tried, but he had no idea how to deliver a baby.
The contractions went on for another hour, pretty intensely. Then Cordy yelled at everyone that the time was near.
"Ohmigawd ohmigawd!" Cordelia started yelling. She was the one trying to deliver the baby.she was the only woman other than Buffy.
"What is it Cordy?" Angel was worried.
"I.I have a head! I mean, I see a head!" she stammered.
"C'mon Darla, PUSH!"
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" You could see the pain on Darla's face.
"Just a few more pushes. On the count of three, one big push, OK?" Cordelia coached her along.
"I can't do this anymore!"
"Yes you can, Darla. Just a little while longer and it will all be over." Angel tried to be encouraging, but the look that Darla shot back at him screamed 'I don't need your advice.'
Darla gave another big push and almost all of the baby was visible now.
"OK, now Darla, one more big push and it will be over."
With one final push, a baby boy appeared in Cordelia's arms, crying. With that last push, something jolted through Angel, causing him to collapse to his knees. Buffy immediately ran over to the new father, who was holding his chest- his heart in pain.
"Angel? Angel what's wrong?" Buffy was so concerned, so scared.
"Buffy?" The look that washed over him was similar to that he had before she sent him into hell, when he got his soul back.
"Angel! Angel! Look at your new baby. our new baby." Fear washed over Buffy. She sensed that she was losing something- Angel.
"Buffy.I love you." He said as he took her hand and kissed the palm. "I love him, too." He held her hand over his heart- his now beating heart.
"You're, you're. human?" The tears began to swell.
"I'll never stop loving you, Buffy. Never forget that. And let him know how much I loved him and his mommy, OK?" Angel fell on his back to the ground, gasping for air. He was slipping.
"No, Angel, you can tell him. You can tell him everything." Buffy collapsed on top of him, still holding her hand over his heart, her tears falling on his chest.
"B-B-Buffy." With those last words, Angel slipped out of her reach, out of her world. She continued to lay on top of him, crying for her lost love.
Everyone around her didn't dare to move. The baby was silent. Even Darla, who had just gone through a whole new kind of pain, didn't dare say anything. They just stood there, staring at Buffy, trying to absorb what had just happen. Angel had become human. and died before their eyes.
**More A/N: I'm sorry to all you shippers who were hoping for a nice little Buffy/ Angel/ Buffy family, but it just isn't happening (at least not in this story, but maybe in a sequel, which require feedback!)**
A/N: This is the last chapter (yes, I know you all are so deeply depressed now). I am going to write an epilogue, though. A sequel, though, will only be happening if you guys and gals hit me back with a lot of reviews. If you don't want everyone to read it, though, email me. Actually, just email me anyway! Angel_chic101@hotmail.com or amarie@wirefire.com.
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Buffy had once fallen off the monkey bars when she was 6 and got the wind knocked out of her. That's how she felt now, except she kept falling over and over again every 10 seconds. Its not that she was unhappy to find out the baby wasn't Darla's. Hell, that's a relief. She was just so overwhelmed with the new information that she was in a state of shock. She was going to be a mother of a baby boy. She wasn't completely positive that Wesley wasn't on something, but she wasn't in any condition to argue. Pronouncing two-syllable words was becoming a problem. But some part of her heart and soul was screaming with joy.
/Angel is going to be part of my life now, again, permanently. We'll be some distorted family or something. /
Darla was upstairs, thrashing about on top of the bed. She tried so hard to rid herself of the shackles containing her, but they never lost their grip. She finally gave up, without a long fight. She didn't know what to do. She had developed an emotional attachment to the being inside of her that she didn't think she could have with anything. She was just beginning to accept her impending motherhood, and now the entire concept was being ripped away from her.
/Damn that Slayer. Fuck it, fuck it all! /
She thought about taking the baby after it was born, but she could never fight all of them. She really had no options, her future was really dependent on whatever Angel and Buffy thought should happen to her. She couldn't let that happen; she couldn't let them control her.
A few hours later, Buffy had regained most of her comprehension skills. She wasn't quite sure she was ready to be a mother, though. She would soon be accepting responsibility for another life. She began wishing that her mother were still alive to help her through all of this. There were lots more obligations that went along with raising a baby instead of a teenager. What if she was an awful mother? She didn't know if she could live with herself knowing that she had inadvertently allowed harm to come to her child.
The screaming sounds coming from upstairs suspended Buffy's train of thought. The outcries were Darla's for sure, but the didn't sound like the previous ones she omitted while trying to free herself. These were different, more painful screams. Darla was going into labor. Everyone had heard them and rushed upstairs. There lay Darla, hunched over in pain. They quickly began setting pillows under her head and feet and helping her with the la maz breathing.
"God.Make it stop!" she screamed, in the middle of her longest contraction yet.
"Let's take her down to my room."
Gunn undid the restraints around her wrists, then Gunn, Wesley, and Angel carried her down the stairs and into Angel's bedroom. They tucked all of the pillows they could find behind her and propped up her legs.
"Maybe that wasn't the greatest idea, Angel." Wes observed. Judging by the beating they had taken while carrying her, he might have been right.
Buffy noticed that no one really knew what they were doing when it came to actually delivering the baby, though. But they were trying, hard. Darla's contractions were getting closer and closer together.
"C'mon Darla, breathe. Whoo-whoo-heeee, Whoo-whoo-heee." Gunn was trying to help in any way that he could.
"Did you..forget.." she let out a long yell, "that I don't.. BREATH!"
"Well, it could help you relax a little bit."
"I have a god damn baby coming out of me.. I can't exactly relax!" Darla spat back.
Gunn retreated to a nearby chair, with her attempts to help shot down. He had tried, but he had no idea how to deliver a baby.
The contractions went on for another hour, pretty intensely. Then Cordy yelled at everyone that the time was near.
"Ohmigawd ohmigawd!" Cordelia started yelling. She was the one trying to deliver the baby.she was the only woman other than Buffy.
"What is it Cordy?" Angel was worried.
"I.I have a head! I mean, I see a head!" she stammered.
"C'mon Darla, PUSH!"
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" You could see the pain on Darla's face.
"Just a few more pushes. On the count of three, one big push, OK?" Cordelia coached her along.
"I can't do this anymore!"
"Yes you can, Darla. Just a little while longer and it will all be over." Angel tried to be encouraging, but the look that Darla shot back at him screamed 'I don't need your advice.'
Darla gave another big push and almost all of the baby was visible now.
"OK, now Darla, one more big push and it will be over."
With one final push, a baby boy appeared in Cordelia's arms, crying. With that last push, something jolted through Angel, causing him to collapse to his knees. Buffy immediately ran over to the new father, who was holding his chest- his heart in pain.
"Angel? Angel what's wrong?" Buffy was so concerned, so scared.
"Buffy?" The look that washed over him was similar to that he had before she sent him into hell, when he got his soul back.
"Angel! Angel! Look at your new baby. our new baby." Fear washed over Buffy. She sensed that she was losing something- Angel.
"Buffy.I love you." He said as he took her hand and kissed the palm. "I love him, too." He held her hand over his heart- his now beating heart.
"You're, you're. human?" The tears began to swell.
"I'll never stop loving you, Buffy. Never forget that. And let him know how much I loved him and his mommy, OK?" Angel fell on his back to the ground, gasping for air. He was slipping.
"No, Angel, you can tell him. You can tell him everything." Buffy collapsed on top of him, still holding her hand over his heart, her tears falling on his chest.
"B-B-Buffy." With those last words, Angel slipped out of her reach, out of her world. She continued to lay on top of him, crying for her lost love.
Everyone around her didn't dare to move. The baby was silent. Even Darla, who had just gone through a whole new kind of pain, didn't dare say anything. They just stood there, staring at Buffy, trying to absorb what had just happen. Angel had become human. and died before their eyes.
**More A/N: I'm sorry to all you shippers who were hoping for a nice little Buffy/ Angel/ Buffy family, but it just isn't happening (at least not in this story, but maybe in a sequel, which require feedback!)**
