A/N: So, so sorry about the long update wait. Blame college, like I do. But alas, here is the next chapter. Enjoy.
Fred and Wes solemnly enter their apartment, without speaking to each other. They sat down and continued their quietness. "Do you want a sandwich or something?" Fred eventually asked to break the silence.
"No," he replied.
"Me neither," she sighed.
"This is getting a lot done," Wes eventually mumbled.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Fred snapped, "what are you trying to say about me? Cause I don't see you doing anything productive either!"
Before the former watcher could defend/explain his statement, he was cut off when she broke down in tears. "Fred don't..."
"Why not?! We're going to lose our baby!" she sobbed as he tried to comfort her.
"No, we're not," he promised, "we're going to fight this, and win."
"Oh yeah? How? What court will side with us over him? We're not even married?!"
Wes sighed. He was waiting for that fact to be brought up. And dreading it. "I don't think marriage will matter much. We're the better fit for her, a judge will see that."
"But what if they don't?"
"That won't happen."
"You don't know that."
"I do," he vowed. "If worse comes to worse... we... we can even get married."
Fred's crying subsided. "If worse comes to worse? Thanks a lot," she sniffed.
"That came out wrong."
"I hope so! What do you have again marriage?"
"It's personal."
Fred gasped. "Oh my god, you have a wife in England, or two, don't you?" she accused.
"No. Where do you come up with these theories?" he asked. She shrugged. "I just think that marriage can make a relationship worse."
"How can vowing your love for someone forever, make a relationship worse?"
"It just can!" he insisted, slightly angry. This raised Fred's interest.
"Okay, I want the long version, and I want it now."
He sighed once again. He didn't want to explain himself, especially at that point in time. "A long while ago, I had a chat with my mom. I asked her why she married my father. She, well, she told me, that he was... nice when they dated. Then they married, and he showed his true colors."
"So you think that if we get married you could turn into some berating bastard?" Fred bluntly guest. Wes nodded. "For someone intelligent, that's the dumbest shit I've ever heard!" she uncharacteristically swore and yelled, shocking him. "Marriage doesn't suddenly change someone's personality. And you just don't have that in you," she went on. He opened his mouth to correct her, but was cut off, "and don't bring up what you said and did when you got possessed from that Billy-guy, it wasn't your fault."
"I-I'd much rather continue this conversation at a later time," Wes responded, not knowing what else to say.
"Fine, I'll let you off the hook for now. Just until this thing with Sophia is settled."
"And it will be settled soon, to our liking," he promised again.
"You better be right," she pouted.
Spike and Sarai arrived at Bret's hotel and searched the long hallways for his hotel room. When they finally found themselves at door 323 both of their hands landed on the doorknob.
"What are you doing?" Sarai questioned, moving Spike's hand from the doorknob.
"I was just about to ask you the same question." Spike replied carefully placing his hand back on the doorknob. "I've done this more times; I should be the one to break into the hotel room."
"Yeah, you may have done this more times, but you're my sidekick. You do what I say and I say I break into the hotel room." Sarai informed him only for another round of fighting to break out. "Fine," She finally caved. "We'll knock." She pounded her fist on the door until Brett answered.
"Hello." He greeted. "Do I know you?" He then questioned.
"We'll be asking the questions." Sarai told him, walking into the room and closing the door after Spike.
"Who are you?" Bret asked.
"What did I just say about me asking the questions?!" Sarai yelled.
"Who the hell do you think you are, trying to hurt Fred?" Spike then said, shoving the other man.
"I didn't ask that!" Sarai yelled. "But continue with the shoving." Spike shoved him again.
"I-I-have a right to want my child," Bret replied in character.
"Except she's not yours!" they both exclaimed.
"Yes, she is, I have the DNA-"
"Document that doesn't exist," Sarai finished. Bret froze. "Something wrong? Shouldn't this be the part where you ask what I mean by that?"
"I can't believe what you're saying, that's all. I showed the papers to Wesley and Winifred."
Sarai studied the man hard. She had to work a different angle, one he couldn't deny, and it hit her quare in the eyes as she sized him up. "Do wear colored contacts?" she asked.
Bret was caught off guard. "No," he answered, confused.
"What color was Sophia's mother's eyes?" she then asked, which make Spike catch on.
It took a while before Bret spoke. "Brown..."
"Bollocks, you're legit then!" Spike replied.
"I wanted to say that! But not as British." Sarai exclaimed. "Sophia's eyes, they're blue. Your eyes are brown, and you claim her mother's was brown. That can't be. Well, I mean it can, technically, but its rare. Add that to the fact your so called papers don't exist, you're done,." she continued.
"I-i-t could..." Bret was going to say before he was interrupted.
"Give it a rest," Spike cut off. "We got you. I don't know what your investment in this scam is, but you've been caught so end it now, before I decide to get really violent."
"Yeah. I just totally Elle Woods you, it's over," Sarai added.
"Elle did it based off hair though..." Spike pointed out.
"You've seen the movie?" Sarai questioned, amused.
"Shut up." Following his defense, Spike shoved Bret up against the wall, hard with his hands tightly around his shoulders.
"Hey! You can't get to do all the violence!" Sarai protested. She then slapped Bret in the face.
"Now just bloody confess!" Spike demanded.
"I-i-t wasn't my idea," Bret replied, in a British accent.
"Was it Rogers?" Sarai guessed.
Bret nodded. "He said something about how it was the right thing."
"Those dumb Wyndam-Pryces, saying they're going to do the right thing but really being assholes and screwing life up. At least now I know it's genetic," the teenager ranted. Spike and Bret stared at her. "Sorry, my issue, continue."
"He trained me as a watcher, so I felt obligated to go along with it," he continued.
"Oh and so I suppose if he told you to jump off a bridge, you would?"
"No."
"So than why the hell are you doing this you slimy little fu-"
"Because, like I said, I felt obligated. Plus, I assumed he wouldn't be doing this without good reason."
"Being psychotic isn't a good reason," she countered.
"Now, you can either go and confess to Fred or we will. But it will be better for you if you do it yourself," Spike warned. "Oh, and Wesley too," he added.
"Yeah, and he isn't the sanest at times either, so you might want to duck after," Sarai added. "But it will still be better if you do it."
"Fine," Bret finally agreed.
Sarai grabbed him out of Spike's grip and shoved him in the direction of the door. "Now!" she ordered, before kicking him in the but to further propel him to the door.
"You're fun for the product of Angel and Darla," Spike complemented.
"Aw, thanks!" she replied. "And you're a good sidekick. I don't know why daddy always complains about you."
"I am not the Poofs sidekick!" he shot back.
"Sorry, of course you're not," the teenager patronized. Spike scowled and pushed Bret.
"Owe!" he exclaimed, "what was that one for?"
"Cause if I were to lay a hand on her, her parents would torture me for hours, then remove my body parts one by one."
"I wouldn't have told them. I can take just as I give it," Sarai countered, offended at the very thought of someone thinking she'd go running to her parents the second someone fought her back.
Meanwhile, Gunn tracked down Roger and asked him to join him in his office, where Faith was. Roger agreed. "What's this about?" Roger questioned, before noticing Faith. "Faith," he then scowled. "So, we finally meet."
"Finally? Were we ever suppose to?" she questioned.
"I've always wanted to meet the Slayer who exposed my son's lack of talent in the watcher field, and single handedly disgraced everything slayers stood for since the beginning of time."
"You're too kind," she laughed with sarcastic flattery. "And, you know, I've always wanted to meet Axel Rose, so now that you've gotten your wish, I'll get mine."
"I can see the reports about you were right."
"And I can see that you're a b--"
"Okay," Gunn cut off. "Let's focus on the reason for this meeting, shall we?"
"Go on," Roger said.
"Well, I'll be working on the custody case for Wes and Fred, so I was wondering if I could get you on as a character witness," Gunn lied.
"Well, I don't know, I'm set to go back to England..."
"This is your grandchild at stake and your son's happiness!" Faith interrupted. Bad parents really pissed her off.
"Yes, well, Wesley should expect complications with these choices he makes."
Both Faith and Gunn had to control themselves from hitting the older man. "This shouldn't be happening, they're good parents," Gunn replied through his grinding teeth. "Hopefully, though, their won't even be a trail considering certain documents of Sophia's biological father are missing."
"That's not possible," Roger automatically insisted without thinking. Mentally, the other two slapped each other five. "I mean, why would he make claims without proof?" he then covered.
"There are reasons," Gunn insisted. Just then, his cell phone went off. "I'm in the middle of... a meeting," he told the person on the other line. "Is this important?" the then asked, using code-talk.
"Oh yeah," Sarai replied on the other line. "While you're having your air-quote meeting, mine's done, and successful. Spike and I are taking Bret there now to confess to it all."
"Really?" he questioned, surprised.
"Yups. I know, no need to say it, I'm awesome. And Spike was kinda awesome, too."
"Bloody right I was," Spike grabbed her cell phone to add.
"Perfect. See you soon," Gunn replied before hanging up. "That was an associate of mine," he then explained to Roger. "I'm sorry, but I have to meet them now, can we please talk later on?"
"Fine," Roger huffed before existing, without saying goodbye.
"Sarai came through?" Faith guessed.
"Big time," Gunn smiled. "Now, I just hope Wes won't do anything too crazy when he finds out the truth, even though justifiable."
"Like double-murder?"
"To say the least."
TBC
A/N: Up next is the final chapter in which Bret confesses. Wesley goes a little crazy (and violent), as well as gets traumatized by Angel (in a semi-good way.) And the type of ending all involved parties deserve. Once the chapter is posted, the first chapter of the next/and last Sarai story won't be far behind, since the first few chapters are already written.
Until next time, please review.
Also, Happy Thanksgiving!