Disclaimer: See First Installment. The doctor is mine.
Spoilers: See First Installment.
Note: Any text inside //these// is italicized. For some reason, I can only upload my stories in text format (I think my Microsoft Word is too old, and it won't save the files into .html. Grrr!!)
WARNING!! I tried not to get too in-depth, but this chapter involves Buffy in a female-type way, and the fact that she's had sex. Nothing more graphic than what you see on the show, but I had to warn ya. If you watch the show, you can read this. I really tried to keep it as close to how the show works as possible.
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After sitting in the bathroom for an indeterminate amount of time, she suddenly sprang into action. She got out the light brown leather address book that had belonged to her mother. In it, she quickly found the Doctors' Clinic's number and called for an appointment with Dr. Russell.
When they'd moved to Sunnydale, one of the first things her mother did was secure a good 'family doctor' for them. She'd never needed one, but Dawn, being completely human, got sick on occasion, and had slight allergies. He gave Buffy her yearly physicals, though and, more importantly now, he was her gynecologist. After Angelus told her mother they'd slept together, her mom had made her get checked out. When she'd been with Riley, she'd started taking birth control pills, as well as the customary condom. But after she was brought back, she'd been celibate . . . until Spike. She knew he didn't have any diseases, and Angel himself had told her that vampires couldn't have babies.
So how the hell could she be pregnant? But even as she denied the facts, used logic to dispute it . . . she knew her logic was wrong, and that little blue cross was right. She just . . . knew, somehow. But that didn't mean that she wasn't going to make damn sure it was true before allowing herself to believe.
After making the appointment, she made another telephone call. On the fourth ring, someone picked up. "Hello?"
"Tara?"
"Yes?"
Buffy let out a sigh. "Hey, this is Buffy. Um, I was wondering if you could do me this //huge// favor."
Tara hesitated slightly before answering. "Sure, I guess. What is it?"
"Well, I have this doctor's appointment in about two hours, and I was wondering if you could drive me . . . and, you know . . . stay for the verdict."
"Oh! Of course, Buffy. Is-is anything wrong? Are you sick?"
Willow entered her room then, so Buffy decided to go with the short, cryptic answer. "No, it's more serious than that. Look, I'll tell you later. Can you pick me up in, like, an hour and forty-five minutes?"
Tara agreed, and Buffy hung up, turning to face Willow. "Yeah, Will?"
Willow shrugged. "I was just gonna see if you wanted to walk with me to the Magic Box, but . . . sounds like you already got plans." She motioned vaguely toward the phone, which Buffy glanced at. "Oh . . . yeah." She looked up to meet Willow's gaze. "I have a doctor's appointment. Just, a, a check-up, really. I'll come by the magic shop afterwards and tell you how it went." She was glad Willow nodded, though obviously not satisfied, because she didn't really feel she had the patience to deal with her questions.
An hour and a half later, Buffy was sitting downstairs on the couch, waiting for Tara to arrive. She could kill time anywhere in the house, so she figured she might as well be sitting close to the door when Tara arrived so she could answer it. Now that the appointment was made, and she knew she was going to get a medical opinion, factual and not-wrong, she was very nervous. There were butterflies in her stomach doing back flips she only dreamed of being able to do.
Willow was roaming around the house, pretending to do something, but Buffy knew she was just wanting to be there when Buffy's ride came to pick her up. Despite never saying her name in front of her, Buffy got the feeling Willow knew it was Tara.
The front door opened, and Dawn walked in. She threw her jacket onto the back of a chair, completely ignoring the coat tree by the front door. Buffy bit back a curse. Dawn. She'd forgotten that Dawn would be home by the time her appointment was scheduled. "Dawn, I need you to go to the Magic Box with Willow."
Dawn stopped on her way to the stairs, turning back to look at her sister. "What?"
Buffy sighed, trying to hold onto her shorter-than-normal temper. "I've got an appointment, and afterwards, I'm going to the Magic Box, therefore, I want you at the shop."
Dawn stared at her for a moment, then her face hardened and she said resolutely, "No."
Buffy rose her eyebrows in surprise - and not a little warning. "What?"
Dawn shook her head to add emphasis to her words. "No way. Anya hates me, I don't wanna go."
Buffy licked her lips. "Listen to me, Dawn," she said, slowly and deliberately. "You will go to the Magic Box with Willow, and you will stay there until I arrive. Understand?"
Dawn threw up her hands. "Why are you always treating me like a little kid? I'm fifteen, not five! Why can't you trust me?"
Oh, that was it. "Because you have given me absolutely no reason to!" Buffy yelled back at her, rising from her seat. "You did a spell against everyone's warnings, trying to get Mom back - you skipped school and almost got held back, made a wish in front of someone you didn't even know, and I find out you're stealing! Explain to me why I should trust you with anything!"
A knock at the door made Buffy stop, and she was equal parts glad and angry about it. She went to answer the door, motioning to Tara that she'd only be a moment. And then she turned back to Dawn. "Now, you //will// walk with Willow to the Magic Box, you //will// be within sight of someone //at all times//, and if anyone gives me a bad report, I swear to God you'll be sorry. And as for how I treat you - I'll stop treating you like a spoiled five-year-old when you stop acting like one!" She turned to Tara and said tersely, "Let's go."
Spoilers: See First Installment.
Note: Any text inside //these// is italicized. For some reason, I can only upload my stories in text format (I think my Microsoft Word is too old, and it won't save the files into .html. Grrr!!)
WARNING!! I tried not to get too in-depth, but this chapter involves Buffy in a female-type way, and the fact that she's had sex. Nothing more graphic than what you see on the show, but I had to warn ya. If you watch the show, you can read this. I really tried to keep it as close to how the show works as possible.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
After sitting in the bathroom for an indeterminate amount of time, she suddenly sprang into action. She got out the light brown leather address book that had belonged to her mother. In it, she quickly found the Doctors' Clinic's number and called for an appointment with Dr. Russell.
When they'd moved to Sunnydale, one of the first things her mother did was secure a good 'family doctor' for them. She'd never needed one, but Dawn, being completely human, got sick on occasion, and had slight allergies. He gave Buffy her yearly physicals, though and, more importantly now, he was her gynecologist. After Angelus told her mother they'd slept together, her mom had made her get checked out. When she'd been with Riley, she'd started taking birth control pills, as well as the customary condom. But after she was brought back, she'd been celibate . . . until Spike. She knew he didn't have any diseases, and Angel himself had told her that vampires couldn't have babies.
So how the hell could she be pregnant? But even as she denied the facts, used logic to dispute it . . . she knew her logic was wrong, and that little blue cross was right. She just . . . knew, somehow. But that didn't mean that she wasn't going to make damn sure it was true before allowing herself to believe.
After making the appointment, she made another telephone call. On the fourth ring, someone picked up. "Hello?"
"Tara?"
"Yes?"
Buffy let out a sigh. "Hey, this is Buffy. Um, I was wondering if you could do me this //huge// favor."
Tara hesitated slightly before answering. "Sure, I guess. What is it?"
"Well, I have this doctor's appointment in about two hours, and I was wondering if you could drive me . . . and, you know . . . stay for the verdict."
"Oh! Of course, Buffy. Is-is anything wrong? Are you sick?"
Willow entered her room then, so Buffy decided to go with the short, cryptic answer. "No, it's more serious than that. Look, I'll tell you later. Can you pick me up in, like, an hour and forty-five minutes?"
Tara agreed, and Buffy hung up, turning to face Willow. "Yeah, Will?"
Willow shrugged. "I was just gonna see if you wanted to walk with me to the Magic Box, but . . . sounds like you already got plans." She motioned vaguely toward the phone, which Buffy glanced at. "Oh . . . yeah." She looked up to meet Willow's gaze. "I have a doctor's appointment. Just, a, a check-up, really. I'll come by the magic shop afterwards and tell you how it went." She was glad Willow nodded, though obviously not satisfied, because she didn't really feel she had the patience to deal with her questions.
An hour and a half later, Buffy was sitting downstairs on the couch, waiting for Tara to arrive. She could kill time anywhere in the house, so she figured she might as well be sitting close to the door when Tara arrived so she could answer it. Now that the appointment was made, and she knew she was going to get a medical opinion, factual and not-wrong, she was very nervous. There were butterflies in her stomach doing back flips she only dreamed of being able to do.
Willow was roaming around the house, pretending to do something, but Buffy knew she was just wanting to be there when Buffy's ride came to pick her up. Despite never saying her name in front of her, Buffy got the feeling Willow knew it was Tara.
The front door opened, and Dawn walked in. She threw her jacket onto the back of a chair, completely ignoring the coat tree by the front door. Buffy bit back a curse. Dawn. She'd forgotten that Dawn would be home by the time her appointment was scheduled. "Dawn, I need you to go to the Magic Box with Willow."
Dawn stopped on her way to the stairs, turning back to look at her sister. "What?"
Buffy sighed, trying to hold onto her shorter-than-normal temper. "I've got an appointment, and afterwards, I'm going to the Magic Box, therefore, I want you at the shop."
Dawn stared at her for a moment, then her face hardened and she said resolutely, "No."
Buffy rose her eyebrows in surprise - and not a little warning. "What?"
Dawn shook her head to add emphasis to her words. "No way. Anya hates me, I don't wanna go."
Buffy licked her lips. "Listen to me, Dawn," she said, slowly and deliberately. "You will go to the Magic Box with Willow, and you will stay there until I arrive. Understand?"
Dawn threw up her hands. "Why are you always treating me like a little kid? I'm fifteen, not five! Why can't you trust me?"
Oh, that was it. "Because you have given me absolutely no reason to!" Buffy yelled back at her, rising from her seat. "You did a spell against everyone's warnings, trying to get Mom back - you skipped school and almost got held back, made a wish in front of someone you didn't even know, and I find out you're stealing! Explain to me why I should trust you with anything!"
A knock at the door made Buffy stop, and she was equal parts glad and angry about it. She went to answer the door, motioning to Tara that she'd only be a moment. And then she turned back to Dawn. "Now, you //will// walk with Willow to the Magic Box, you //will// be within sight of someone //at all times//, and if anyone gives me a bad report, I swear to God you'll be sorry. And as for how I treat you - I'll stop treating you like a spoiled five-year-old when you stop acting like one!" She turned to Tara and said tersely, "Let's go."