Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing
Spoilers: Nothing much, I guess season three
Rating: I suck at ratings, I'm just gonna stick it at PG-13
Summary: Buffy gets a call the day after graduation. Faith's pregnant. Let the fun times roll as Buffy gets stuck with baby responsibilities eight months later. Wonder how Faith's going to take this?
A/N: Ah, ok this is going at the same time as the prologue. It's all you're going to get for a while seeing as the next chapter is only partly written. Please review! Oh and I forgot to mention that this is a bit AU in the fact that technicly the mayor didn't go visit Faith and let them know who she was.
Chapter One: What a Way to Wake
Faith's POV:
'Pain. Excruciating pain. What was going on? Fighting… I was fighting with B. Never thought death would hurt so much, but this is hell right? It can't be hell though… this hurt too much. B stabbing me didn't even hurt this much. Ok… I'm alive… and in pain… so open your eyes.'
Faith hesitantly opened her eyes, but quickly shut them again. It had been so bright, too bright. She brought herself to open them again to a sight that she thought would never happen. She was surrounded by doctors who were busy with… delivering her baby? Her mind was hazy with the months of sleep and pain so she turned her attention to searching the room. That was when her eyes fell upon the petite blonde staring at her in shock.
"What the…?... Baby…? Hospital…? B…? Ugh…" Her mumblings went unnoticed by the doctors or even the fact that she was awake. She thought Buffy had heard them though she didn't have much time to wonder as she passed out.
Buffy's POV:
'Erg, why am I dong this again? Oh yes, now I remember. Faith just happened to get the urge to get knocked up before I put her in coma. So now she's having a baby. Isn't that nice? And aren't I the kind hearted soul to take the kid in? I just… I couldn't let the baby be adopted… what if it had gotten a bad home? Or what if it turns up with slayer abilities? It doesn't deserve that, even if it is her spawn.'
Buffy sighed, not liking this at all. Technically, she was an adult, an adult was able to adopt. That wasn't really the problem .The hospital had left her to be responsible of the baby since its mother was in coma. Adoption wasn't much more of a step up after that. No, the real problem was having to explain where she was always off to. The problem was having to explain bringing a baby home to her mom…never letting any of them know the baby's mother.
She turned away from the doctors and hopefully away from these thoughts that only served to stress her. Her gaze fell onto Faith. The other slayer was a puzzle to her as usual. How could someone so evil look so innocent, weak, and… young? 'She's only seventeen yet she's lying in a coma practically dead… because of me.' She couldn't blame herself or have any such thoughts. The rouge slayer had once been her slaying sister; the one person she thought could understand the loneliness she went though. 'Of course she'd understand, you and the Scoobs completely ignored her. Not to mention living by herself in that motel room, if that's not loneliness what is?' The darker girl had still betrayed her! The circumstances didn't matter; she had tried to kill all those she loved. That wasn't something easily forgotten.
A few minutes passed as she watched the girl who was giving birth and yet didn't even know it. Then it happened. For a flicker of a second, those brown eyes opened. She was in shock. Faith was awake… though it could have only been her imagination. No. Again those eyes opened. The rouge looked so scared and confused; probably one of the few times Buffy had seen her like that. "What the…? Baby…? Hospital…? B…? Ugh…" She caught those words, though so soft no doctor or nurse could hear them. The slayer had passed out, but she didn't have long to contemplate that, for there were the cries of a new born baby and annoying nurses.
"Miss Summers… Miss Summers… Miss Summers!" The nurse who was shaking her seemed worried.
"What? Oh… yes, the baby."
"Yes, the baby." The nurse patronized. "It's a girl, would you like to hold her?"
"Yeah, sure." The nurse handed her a beautiful little girl. There were some wisps of brown hair, darker than even her mother's and eyes of a same brown hue. She was instantly in love. This little girl might have come from a killer, but was sweet enough that at that moment she didn't care.
"What would you like to name her then?" One of the nurses asked curiously.
"Kyran Hope Summers."
