The Morning After
Rating: R due to language
Disclaimer: These Characters are not mine. I wish they were, but I am not that lucky, nor am I that rich
Beta'd by Sajinn
Feedback is desperately needed. If not, I will keep writing badly and keep posting them.
Set Season 6. After "Hell's Bells" Willow and Tara are together, though.
This is written in Xander's POV.
Chapter 7
As I drove through the streets of Sunnydale, my mind was a blur. I couldn't focus on the road, but luckily, my car knew just where to go. What do I say to Buffy? Shit and other four letter euphemisms just kept repeating themselves over and over in the back of my mind. I looked around and saw all of these happy families; children playing in their yards, completely unaware of the real things that go bump in the night. Must be nice. Sometimes I wish I were as "in the dark" but I also know that if I had not seen and experienced the real Sunnydale, things would be so much worse.
After a trip to the store, my car stopped right in front of her house. It's now or never, and a coward I am not. I knocked on her door, but when no one answered, I used my key and walked in. While looking around for Buffy, I noticed the pictures. There were ones of Joyce, Dawn, and Buffy, but I focused on the photos of us- the Scoobies in all their different incarnations. They seemed to be in order- starting with just Giles and the three of us progressing to include Angel, Oz, Cordelia, Tara, Anya, even Riley. The pictures got fewer and fewer as time progressed to the point that I couldn't even find any from after her second resurrection. My gaze focused on those early days. Buffy looked so happy. Such a difference between then and now- I mean yeah, we've all grown up, but the smiles no longer show the innocence we once had, and all the wounds inflicted upon us.
My thoughts brought me back to the present and the reason for my visit. I still needed to find Buffy, so I left the pictures and resumed my search. I checked the whole first floor before going upstairs. There she was, in her room lying on the bed, clutching Mr. Gordo. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell she was awake, as if she didn't notice my presence, but I knew the truth- she was trying to avoid me. From the door, I called her name. She didn't answer me, pretending to be asleep, but her body betrayed her. She stiffened every time I spoke. I finally marched up to her bed, and forced her to answer me.
"Buffy, I know you're awake, and we need to talk." I was already frustrated, and she had yet to say a word.
She turned away from me and mumbled into her pillow "Go away, Xander. I'm not feeling well."
"I know Buff, and I think I know why." My words were soft, hopefully showing the calm I didn't feel. After a few more moments of silence, I spoke again, "I think it has something to do with our night together. We didn't use protection, and… well could you be pregnant?"
"Pregnant? Xander, you have got to be kidding! It's just the flu." I could tell she was lying, and even worse, trying to convince herself. "I'll be fine in a few days, now go away."
"Buffy, don't do that. I need to know if there is even a remote possibility. I want you to know before you answer that if you are, I will take responsibility. I will be there for you and the baby." I hope the nervousness, excitement and dread didn't show through my voice.
"I'm not pregnant, Xander. It's just the flu." She still did not want to accept it, and I had to make her- for all of our sakes.
"Then prove it. I have one of those home pregnancy tests that you don't have to take first thing in the morning. Take it, and if it's negative, then I'll leave you to your "flu" and not bring the subject up again." I used Willow's resolve face to emphasize my point.
"Fine, just to show you I'm NOT pregnant. Give me the test." She leapt from the bed, grabbed the box from my hand, ran to the bathroom and closed the door.
I waited outside the bedroom door for Buffy to finish.
Rating: R due to language
Disclaimer: These Characters are not mine. I wish they were, but I am not that lucky, nor am I that rich
Beta'd by Sajinn
Feedback is desperately needed. If not, I will keep writing badly and keep posting them.
Set Season 6. After "Hell's Bells" Willow and Tara are together, though.
This is written in Xander's POV.
Chapter 7
As I drove through the streets of Sunnydale, my mind was a blur. I couldn't focus on the road, but luckily, my car knew just where to go. What do I say to Buffy? Shit and other four letter euphemisms just kept repeating themselves over and over in the back of my mind. I looked around and saw all of these happy families; children playing in their yards, completely unaware of the real things that go bump in the night. Must be nice. Sometimes I wish I were as "in the dark" but I also know that if I had not seen and experienced the real Sunnydale, things would be so much worse.
After a trip to the store, my car stopped right in front of her house. It's now or never, and a coward I am not. I knocked on her door, but when no one answered, I used my key and walked in. While looking around for Buffy, I noticed the pictures. There were ones of Joyce, Dawn, and Buffy, but I focused on the photos of us- the Scoobies in all their different incarnations. They seemed to be in order- starting with just Giles and the three of us progressing to include Angel, Oz, Cordelia, Tara, Anya, even Riley. The pictures got fewer and fewer as time progressed to the point that I couldn't even find any from after her second resurrection. My gaze focused on those early days. Buffy looked so happy. Such a difference between then and now- I mean yeah, we've all grown up, but the smiles no longer show the innocence we once had, and all the wounds inflicted upon us.
My thoughts brought me back to the present and the reason for my visit. I still needed to find Buffy, so I left the pictures and resumed my search. I checked the whole first floor before going upstairs. There she was, in her room lying on the bed, clutching Mr. Gordo. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell she was awake, as if she didn't notice my presence, but I knew the truth- she was trying to avoid me. From the door, I called her name. She didn't answer me, pretending to be asleep, but her body betrayed her. She stiffened every time I spoke. I finally marched up to her bed, and forced her to answer me.
"Buffy, I know you're awake, and we need to talk." I was already frustrated, and she had yet to say a word.
She turned away from me and mumbled into her pillow "Go away, Xander. I'm not feeling well."
"I know Buff, and I think I know why." My words were soft, hopefully showing the calm I didn't feel. After a few more moments of silence, I spoke again, "I think it has something to do with our night together. We didn't use protection, and… well could you be pregnant?"
"Pregnant? Xander, you have got to be kidding! It's just the flu." I could tell she was lying, and even worse, trying to convince herself. "I'll be fine in a few days, now go away."
"Buffy, don't do that. I need to know if there is even a remote possibility. I want you to know before you answer that if you are, I will take responsibility. I will be there for you and the baby." I hope the nervousness, excitement and dread didn't show through my voice.
"I'm not pregnant, Xander. It's just the flu." She still did not want to accept it, and I had to make her- for all of our sakes.
"Then prove it. I have one of those home pregnancy tests that you don't have to take first thing in the morning. Take it, and if it's negative, then I'll leave you to your "flu" and not bring the subject up again." I used Willow's resolve face to emphasize my point.
"Fine, just to show you I'm NOT pregnant. Give me the test." She leapt from the bed, grabbed the box from my hand, ran to the bathroom and closed the door.
I waited outside the bedroom door for Buffy to finish.