Location: London UK
They were standing arguing in her bed sit. Wesley had recently received earth shattering information.
"Well how the bloody hell did that happen Faith?" Wes slammed his glass of wine down on the table. This was never part of the unspoken deal.
"You were there Wes! You were the one boning me against the wall, outside the pub in Brixton, without putting on a rubber first. I didn't get knocked up through immaculate fucking conception. It was my own special needs fault for not stopping you in the first place, I know lover. Always have to live in the moment that's me." Faith refilled her glass of wine and lit a cigarette.
She sneered at his disapproving glance. "Relax, I'm having an abortion tomorrow. Okay? I only told you, because I need someone to stay with me for twenty four hours afterwards. Lie, tell Giles you have stomach flu. You're an expert at lying Wes, you've been lying to the little missus about us for half a year after all."
"Do you really want to go through with an abortion?" Wesley doubted it. He didn't want her to in any case. He had never wanted to be a parent. What if he turned out to be a cunt like his father? Fred had been keen to embrace motherhood. Wesley had come around to the idea. It had turned out Fred was one of those unfortunate women whose bodies treated all sperm as hostile and had their antibodies attack them.
What a fucking mess this had all turned into. Play with fire get burned.
"What other choice do I have? Are you going to leave Fred for me? No, didn't think so." Faith said bitterly, misreading the expression on his face. "Forget it, I'll ask Kennedy to go the clinic with me tomorrow."
"No." Wesley walked over to her and drew her into his arms. "I'm tired of living a lie Faith. I'm telling Fred the truth when I return to New York next week. I love you, god how I've grown to love you Faith. I'm coming back to you and we'll be together. How we always should have been, right from the start of our affair."
Faith looked at him with dawning hope. "You mean that don't you? Shit Wes. I love you too. For so long now. I was thinking of going to a warlock, getting a brain suck, to stop feeling this lame way about you."
"Well there's no need to go those extreme measures anymore." Wes stroked her hair tenderly, as she rested her head on his shoulder. "We can be happy darling. I think we both deserve to be finally happy."
Location: New York
"Are you alright cupcake?" Lorne peered concerned through the bathroom doorway, as Fred threw up in the toilet. He gently kicked the inquisitive dogs out of the way.
"I must have a twenty four hour virus. I almost fainted at the airport last night picking you up. It's why I made you drive back here, remember?" Fred got shakily up. "Yuck." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I'm taking you to a quack today kitten." Lorne walked into the bathroom and rubbed her back. "No arguments."
"Oh you old fuss pot." Fred brushed her teeth. "Okey doke, but it would have been more a heck of a lot more fun going to the Metropolitan Museum together like we planned instead."
Lorne sat in the car with the dogs, waiting anxiously for her. He saw Fred cross the road. She was crying.
She staggered over to the car. A truck driver honked angrily at her, when she crossed blindly in front of him. Missing being hit by him by seconds.
Fred fumbled at the car door handle. Collapsing into the front seat. Sobbing uncontrollably.
"What did the doctor say?" Lorne passed her a tissue from a box on the floor. "What's wrong with you Fred?" Did she have cancer? Please powers that be, not that.
"I'm pregnant." Fred was sobbing with joy. "It has to be yours because you're a demon." His sperm was obviously different.
"So seeing the kid will be a whiter shade of pea green." Lorne felt a broad grin threaten to split his face apart. "I take it you'll be setting up permanent abode with me in Las Vegas?"
"Yes, yes!" Fred showered his face with frantic kisses. "We're gonna be parents! We're gonna live happily ever after." Happily ever after she told Wesley the bad news. God, that was going to be hard.
7 days later
Wesley reached the ground floor of his apartment building. He pressed the button for his floor on the elevator. He was about to be the worst kind of heel. However his and Fred's marriage had been grinding along in misery the past year. Perhaps it would give her a sense of freedom, Fred was better off without him definitely. He had never deserved someone like her in the first place.
His cell phone rang. Wesley checked it automatically. Why was Giles ringing him from London? What apocalypse was happening now?
"Hello."
"Wesley, its Giles here. I have very bad news I'm afraid, it concerns Faith."
"What about Faith?" Wesley felt his heart pound. A sick feeling churned his guts. He knew Giles suspected they were having an affair. But it didn't sound as if Wesley was going to be hauled over bureaucratic coals about it. Why would he be? He and Faith were both consenting adults. Whatever this call was about, was going to be unspeakably, unthinkably worse.
"I'm sorry Wesley. She was rooting out a vampire nest this afternoon with the girls. She seemed to be unwell lately, maybe that was why she was off her game… She's gone missing Wesley, we think she's been turned. You needed to be warned."
Upstairs in her apartment, Fred was clutching her stomach in pain. No, no. It felt like period cramps. No. It wasn't fair, no.
A newsflash on TV surreally caught Fred's attention. A journalist wearing an expression of professional grief was standing on the tarmac of McCarran Airport in Las Vegas.
"Shocking breaking news from Las Vegas tonight. It seems flight 341 American Airlines from New York, has crashed on the McCarran Airport runway, there are no survivors. We repeat no survivors."