Fic: You Absolutely Sure That's It..?

Author: mkcrl120

Disclaimer: All the characters mentioned in this story belong to Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy or some other people. I own nothing and wrote this just to get it out of my system.

Summary: This is something that came to me... one of several ideas that thinking about a certain species of Demon has given me. Might be continued, might not... will see how I feel.

Rating: 15 probably… mainly for language.

Setting: Season 1 of Angel - hopefully you'll recognise some of the episodes.

A/N: Again sorry for the crappy title.... not put that much thought into this. Sorry... just something my mind grabbed hold of and wouldn't let go.


Fic: You Absolutely Sure That's It..? - Chapter 4

The doctor's approaching Cordelia with a syringe in hand. "I need to inform you there is a zero point five percent chance of miscarriage when carrying out the procedure."

Wesley waved it off as irrelevant.

"I thought with your previous beliefs regarding medical affects that you might pref..."

"Just do it." Wesley told him decidedly.

"Preferably four or five hundred times." Cordelia muttered under her breath.

The doctor didn't appear to hear her, though Wesley was giving her a glare.

"Now... I'm just going to take some fluid. You may feel a sharp pinch... it'll all be over in a few seconds. Just count backwards from five and your part will be done." He smiled reassuredly at her, as he inserted the needle.

"Five... four... threeee.... owww.... two.... one.... one... one... ow...." Cordelia continued, grapsing firmly to Wesley's hand.

The doctor hands the syringe to the nurse. Smiling at Cordelia, "It's all done now... wasn't that bad was it?"

"Dr. Wasserman?"

All eyes turned in the direction of the nurse. Who was now holding a smoking syringe. Suddenly it cracked and the nurse jumps back in shock. The doctor moves to check she's okay, but she takes on look at the floor and heads out of the door. The doctor glances at the floor and quickly excused himself.

Wesley moved over. Seeing the smoking remains of the floor where the liquid from the needle was slowly eating its way through he only said two words. "Oh my."

"That's bad, isn't it... that's Watcher for 'crap, we're in trouble now'."

"It's..." He began unsure what to say.

"Is it the..." she gestured towards her stomach. "Did the doctors see demonic babies and freak or something." She swung her legs off the bed, trying to climb down.

Wesley quickly moved to help her. "Take it easy."

"I want to see."

"Cordelia I don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't care what yo.." She pushed passed him, stopping when she saw what had happened to the floor. "What the hell is inside me, Wes?"


Martinez Apartments.

Angel walked along the dimly lit corridor, noting all the numbers until he found the one he wanted. Stopping out door numbered fifteen, he knocked loudly on the door.

"Sarina." He pratically shouted. "Sarina."

"Whatever it is, I'm not interested."

"Sarina," he tried in a softer voice. "It's Angel. Cordelia's friend... we need to talk."

He heard the heavy sigh on the other side. "It's open."

He turned the handle, watching the door swing open to see Sarina standing in the dark drinking direcly from a bottle. Sniffing slightly he recognised the scent immediately, Scotch. "Can I come in..?"

"Sure, knock yourself out." Sarina answered dismissively.

"Sarina... I'm not here to hurt you... but whatever Wilson's gotten you involved with, it's hurt Cordelia, Sarina... I just want to speak to him."

"You could hurt me though right..? You could knock me down. Punch me..?" Her voice seemed somehow expectant with each question.

"I'm not going to... I know you may feel like you deserve it... but you were probably manipulated. By Wilson... all I want are Wilson's whereabouts."

"I don't want you to hurt me... not really... just enough to make me miscarry." Sarina told her, turning around. Sporting an identical stomach to Cordelia's.

Angel sniffed the air again, examining it closer now. 'Human again, not the same scent as at Cordelia's apartment though. More than one of them..? Wilson's whole gang..?'

"I was trying to hurt the baby..." She explained, gesturing to the empty bottle. Then to the other three identically empty bottles on the floor. "I read that pregnant women shouldn't drink right... except that it doesn't seem to be doing anything... I can't even get drunk. They say you shouldn't smoke either... I never have before... I don't suppose you do..?" She asked.

Angel shook his head. "Not normally."

"The baby made me feel weird you know... light hurts my eyes... everything seems too bright. I just want to lie down til it's all over. And I keep getting weird cravings."

"All pregnant women get..."

Sarina interrupted. "I mean weird weird. I'd downed half the first bottle before I realised I was drinking it... then I figured I'd chosen to do it subconsciously you know... to get rid of the baby. But now... my stomach feels empty when it isn't sensing that more alcohol is on the way." Turning to face him. "Is this happening to Cordelia too... is this normal?"

"Nothing about this is normal. Did Wilson do this to you?"

"No... his friend, Jason." She said.

"Can you contact them..?"

"I tried earlier. The phones were disconnected,"

"Have you ever contacted them on those phone numbers... do you know if they were ever in use?"

"I called Wilson on his less than three days ago... he was begging me to set him up with someone. I was with Jason, and Emily was with Nick. They introduced me to him last week. Asked if I could set him up. I never expected anything like this."

"But you expected something."

"I figured at worst they were a couple of fly-by-nighters you know... in town for a month or so tops... intending to have some fun while they were here. I didn't see anything wrong with it... and it's not like there wasn't any hope... they wanted girls that had no connections to this town... like there was a silent offering that they may take us with them."

"Take you where?" Angel pressed the point.

"I don't know... maybe I was just being a naive little girl... dreaming of a prince charming. But I generally got the impression that they weren't here for the long run."

"Is there anything about them that stood out... anything at all? Any other weird feelings you had in their prescence..? Like they were lying about what they did, who they were, anything."

"Their money."

"What about it..? Fake..? Foreign..?"

"It kinda smelled." She sighed, thinking he must have thought she was insane, however all she saw was interest in his eyes. Like he was hanging on her every word. "And they seemed kind of concerned about it occasionally... like it could have been forged or stolen or something."

Angel turned, looking around the room, finally locating the phone he headed over to it. "Okay... give me both Jason and Nick's full names and descriptions of all three... I'm going to call a police friend of mine and we'll see if we can find these people."

Hearing no response he turned to see what Sarina was doing. "Sarina..?" He asked cautiously, looking to where she'd bent over. Slowly moving towards her, he repeated the question. "Sarina?"

Suddenly she started to scream uncontrollably.


Angel Investigations.

Inside the lift, Cordelia was also screaming. Wesley was trying to hold her steady, as the lift slowly arrived in the area Angel used as an apartment.

"It's going to be all right." Wesley kept repeating as he half-carried Cordelia towards Angel's bed.

"Are you sure?" Cordelia asked looking up at him. Pain evident on her face, her face covered in the remains of her own tears.

"Just rest in here." Wesley instructed as he peeled Angel's covered back, lowering Cordelia to the bed. Once down he started to make his way out of the room.

Cordelia stopped him from going by grabbing his wrist tightly. "What's is it, Wes? What's inside me?" She asked through further tears.

"We don't know..." Wes answered truthfully.

"Will I... Is it... Can I survive this?" She asked, eyes locking onto his trying to work out if he'd lie to her.

"I... need to speak to Angel." Wesley replied. "Tell him what else we'd found."

"I'm afraid, Wes." Cordelia confided. "Really afraid."

"I think we need to..."

"It feels like they're trying to talk to me. I can hear noises they're making."

"Noises?" Wesley asked, concern growing even further than he'd thought possible.

"Can you hear them?" She asked.

"No..." Wesley moved to place his hand on her stomach. "There does seem to be movement there... nothing like I'd imagine a baby's kick to feel like, and your skin feel's unnaturall..."

"Unnaturally what, Wes? My skin feels unnaturally what?" Cordelia asked, rubbing her own hands over her stomach.

"Warm."

"Is it..? She asked. Putting her palm to her stomach. "It doesn't feel any different."

Wesley quickly came across and grasped her hand. "Your hand doesn't feel any warmer than I'd expect it... perhaps marginally so... are you telling me you cannot feel the difference in temperature?"

"No."

"We need to collect all the data we've gathered and cross reference it with demons known to procreate by impregnating human females. We need to know what is happening to you and how to stop it."

"There are seven creatures growing inside me... seven creatures that are unwelcome. Seven creatures that might kill me when they try to get out."

"We will do anything we can. I promise you that..." Wesley said, hoping it wasn't a hollow statement.

Further conversation got distracted as Angel entered the bedroom.

"Did you find Wilson?" Wesley quickly asked.

"No." Angel responded. "I found Sarina and she's in the same shape as Cordy."

"Sarina slept with Wilson too?" Cordelia asked.

Angel wasn't certain as to the meaning behind the question but he answered it anyway, "No, it seems all of Wilson's buddies are in on this whatever it is. So we're looking at at least three or four other women infected... and they're just ones that Sarina knows of... we've got to assume they are probably more."

"Oh, it gets worse..." Wesley informed him. "Cordelia Pre-Natal exam revealed seven heartbeats so with all these women..."

"An army." Angel said decisively. "We're looking at thirty plus offspring here... someone is raising an army." Grabbing the yellow pages from a cabinet, he started flicking through looking for something.

"I'm not raising an army..." Cordelia corrected them. "I'm not involved in raising these... things at all. I didn't even want to be involved in breeding an army."

Wesley looked thoughtful. "We still don't know what they're gonna be an army of. If at all... a lot of species breed in large numbers to ensure survival of the next generation."

"Like with tadpoles?" Cordelia asked hopefully. "I can just drop them in the ocean or wherever and forget this ever happened to me?"

Angel turned to face her. "Have we ever been that lucky?"

"So we're assuming army." Wesley added, reluctantly coming to the same conclusion. Noticing Angel was now focused on one solitary page, he leaned over to take a look. "Gun Clubs..? We can kill it with guns?"

"Sarina mentioned a private gun club called Guns and Cigars." He pointed at it's entry on the page. "I'm going to see if they're there. You continue to work on identifying the species... we've got to ensure that these women survive childbirth."

Angel quickly glanced towards the bed to see how Cordelia had reacted to that previous statement when he noticed she was no longer there. "Cordy." Was all he said before darting out of the room.

By this point she was leaning against the kitchen table and looking quite ill.

"Cordy... you okay?" He asked hesitantly.

"No." Came her mumbled reply.

Wesley noticed she was staring directly into the fridge, walking over to it he looked inside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Cordelia I must insist you relax... if you need anything, please simply ask one of us to fetch it."

"Blood."

"Pardon..?" Wesley asked while Angel looked confused, sniffing the air to check what was going on.

"I was lying in bed when suddenly I started to get a craving... there was something in the apartment that I really needed to have... I didn't recognise it so I simply followed it's suggestions and peered in the fridge. My babies are craving blood Angel... they want me to drink blood on their behalf... what the hell are they?"

"Oh god..." Angel muttered.

"Did you drink any?" Wesley asked, examining the packets.

"Of course not." Cordelia replied, tightening the grip her hands had on the table. "But even now... it's calling to me in ways I really don't want to understand."

"It might be necessary to consum..." Wesley started.

"No!"

"Cordelia many pregnant women get cravings... it's the body's way of telling you want it wants to make the children healthy."

"I don't want to make these things healthy Wes... I want them out of me. Bananas and chocolate ice cream are craving food... not a pint or two of o negative."

"Right..." Angel said taking the situation in. "I'm going to the gun club... and I'll take the blood with me." He gathered up the two packets from the fridge. "You order her some food... try to get the cravings back within more normal realms... maybe if blood isn't on offer she'll have to settle for something else."

"I'm fully on board with the removal of tempting blood." Cordelia responded, searching in cupboards for anything to feed her hunger.


End chapter 4