Payback Is A…

A/N: Hey guyses, just want to say once more, how much I appreciate the reviews and love! You really know how to make a young adult feel special, tehe. Anyways, this chapter is going to be a bit longer than the usual because I could have been evil and make a really evil cliffhanger, but instead I just kept going. So I hope you enjoy Chapter 15!

Chapter 15 Shark in the Water

Inuyasha's POV

"Oh shut the hell up, you ass." I hissed at my alarm clock as I sent it flying across the room.

I didn't need that heap of junk telling me what time it was. I hadn't slept for more than thirty minutes, before waking up. Each time I tried to close my eyes I saw Kagome. If it wasn't her it was Kikyo holding a baby I couldn't quite see. If it wasn't that then it was Miroku the brain parasite, and that fucking hip thrust, which in itself was enough to make me stay awake for the rest of my life. I had two hours to get ready for the OB/GYN appointment. I sighed and pushed myself up off my back into a sitting position. Before I could get off my bed, there was a knock at the door.

"Goooood morning, Princess!" Miroku greeted, gliding into my room like an overly extravagant drag queen. "How are you feeling this wonderful morning?" He sauntered across the room, holding out a cup of coffee with a flourish.

I scowled at him. What kind of fuckery was this?

"I aint drinkin' that shit. Whatever you're high off of, I'm positive you laced my coffee with it." I got up and walked past him, going over to my closet to grab a pair of jeans and a clean shirt for the day.

He sighed, and walked up beside me and handed me the coffee again.

"It's not laced with anything you Pissy Pansy. I knew you probably didn't get much sleep so I brought you some coffee, you're going to need some kind of energy today."

I relented, taking the coffee this time. Miroku maybe the Ultimate Dumbass, but he had my back. I uttered 'thanks' and made a show of sniffing it before drinking it. I had a feeling I was going to need 8 more of these to get ready for the day. I almost wished it was laced with crack, nothing wakes you up like a drug high…not that I'd know.

"So what's the game plan for the day?" He asked leaning up against the wall nearest the door.

"Kikyo's going to meet me at the doctor's office, get checked out, and then after we get the okay, we're off to the lab office that does the testing." I felt the words coat my tongue like desert sand and not even the coffee was doing much to counter it.

"Want me to go with?" He asked.

"So you can make every female nurse we encounter uncomfortable with your 'I know a needle that is much bigger than that one' line? Hell no."

He laughed. "Suit yourself. You know you love my icebreakers." He moved off of the wall, and began walking towards the door. "You might want to get moving there, and don't spend too much time practicing your broody shower scene or you'll be late."

As he walked out I threw a pillow at him, nailing him in the head. Ignoring his cursing, I picked up my discarded alarm clock and checked the time. I had an hour and thirty minutes left to get dressed and make the twenty minute drive to the office. Fuck my life. This was going to be a long day.

Kagome's POV

It didn't take long after my conversation with Sango and Miroku for me to come crashing down through the cloud I had perched myself on in an overly zealous manner. I found myself staring at the wall or ceiling most of the night. I just kept thinking about one sentence fragment that came out of Sango's mouth. 'Not how much it's going to break you if it turns out he is the father of that child, and decides to marry her.' I hadn't even come across that thought seriously before then. It would make sense. The first time he would decide to be a decent human would be when he figures out he wants to be a dad. I just wanted to choke him, even though he hadn't really done anything yet. Or maybe I just – I don't know.

"Ahh! Kagome!"

I jumped at the sight of my name and looked up to see the omelet I was cooking had morphed into a black mass of charred remains, spewing out plumes of smoke. Oh crap, I did come into the kitchen to make breakfast didn't I? Sango ran and grabbed the fire extinguisher and turned the stove off and sprayed it down.

"What the hell K.K?" She squeaked, out of breath, feeling around her chest for her heartbeat.

"It wasn't on fire; you didn't need the extinguisher you know." I teased.

She narrowed her eyes at me. Ruh-Roh, bad time for jokes, I see. I gulped and backed up; she had that 'mom look' in her eye. You know that look; they give right before they smack you upside the head and send you to your room.

"You could have hurt yourself, zoning out like that." She turned and began to take the pan off of the stove. I snaked my hand around my neck, my eyes glued to my feet.

"I know, I just- I didn't sleep much, or well."

"So, you set the place on fire? Yeah, I'm totally following the logic." She sniped.

"It wasn't a fire, a little smoke never killed anybody." I muttered. She raised an eyebrow. "Or, maybe it…has. Totally beside the point."

"What is the point here?" She half laughed. This conversation was beginning to have stoner written all over it from my end.

"That I'm freaking out here." I sighed, making my way to the dining room table. I sat in a chari, propping my head up on my hands, feeling my face droop into the most pathetic puppy dog pout ever.

"Tell me something I haven't noticed." She replied, still in the kitchen still tending to my mess.

"Got any plans in that manipulative brain of yours?"

"One." She answered walking to the table sitting in the chair next to me.

I looked at her eagerly.

"Patience."

"I asked for a profound plan. What you gave me, was flaming dog crap in a bag on my porch. You understand the disappointment right?"

"No, what I gave you was the truth. You want him as bad as you make it seem, then cut the whining, stop moping, and be there for him," She knocked my head out my hands, which was tooootally uncalled for, ow! "Sitting around in 'Pity Me Mode' isn't going to get you anywhere. All you can do is wait for the truth. Until then, prove to him how much better you are than Bitchzilla. You can't freakin' change what is and what isn't and trying to do so is just going to drive you nuts. Plus, we still have 5 months on this lease, and I'm not living with Madame Droopy Face."

Still rubbing the area she smacked, I nodded. As much as I hate to admit it, especially after the physical assault she had a point. If I kept up this routine, at the very least we'd wind up being homeless. I can be clumsy enough without the added distraction of pouting. Besides, sitting around like this would just prove Kikyo had beaten me again. I wasn't exactly sure if Inuyasha was really someone worth fighting for given our track record, but I knew how I felt around him, and that was something I wasn't just going to give up on. Whether that made me pathetic or not remained to be seen.

"So, do you know what time he'll be back home?" I asked, an idea forming in my head.

"That's my girl." She smiled, as though she had just read my mind.

Inuyasha's POV

As I rounded the corner I pulled up in front of a large building. It was a lot fancier than I thought it would be. Well it could be one of those dingy buildings that would have you scrambling for a tetanus shot if you simply stared at the damn thing for too long. I parked, grabbed my phone and wallet, and got out of the car after cutting the engine. I looked at the time as I started my trek towards the front door. It was 10:30, meaning we had about five minutes to get upstairs and signed in. Kikyo should be around here by now. Maybe she was already upstairs. She had better be here, if she didn't show she was going to get her ass – figuratively of course, kicked. I opened the door and hit the button on the elevator to take me to the fourth floor. As soon as the doors opened, I looked up and found myself face to face with the object of my thoughts.

"Inuyasha! There you are, you're late." Kikyo ended the sentence with her trademark, arm crossing. Seriously, she might as well put a label on that reads: I'm a pouty teenager in a woman's body. Good grief, not even my mental cut downs are any good when I haven't slept.

"We have five minutes." I stifled a yawn and stepped in to elevator, mentally cursing the other elevator for not being the first to open.

"Yeah, because five minutes would totally be enough to fill out all the paper work and the questionnaire and the ID check that you have to do on your first visit. That along with paying for the appointment."

I scoffed and turned to look at her. "You seriously have to do all of that just to basically have someone look between your legs? Especially paying, you obviously swing those hinges open for free or we wouldn't even be here like this."

Kikyo gave me a stern look, her face reddening; she then slightly jerked her head over to three other people who were in the elevator with us. I turned to them with a grim smile.

"It's true you know, she has the libido of an unneutered dog in the spring."

She stared at me incredulously. As soon as the doors slid open she stormed out of the elevator causing me to roll my eyes. I needed more coffee if I was going to be dealing with her today, as I stepped out I heard the muttering of the other elevator occupants, I turned to them once again.

"Don't judge me. She started it." I defended myself just as the doors slid closed again.

I began walking in the direction Kikyo took off in, and came face to face with a set of glass doors that were much heavier than they looked. As I walked into the waiting room they led me into, I saw Kikyo in a corner. She looked two parts pissed, two parts upset. I sighed and walked over to her.

"Keep you fucking apology, I don't want it." Kikyo hissed in a low voice, I sat down next to her.

"I never said I was going to apologize. I'm not sorry for what I said. It's true and you know it. Let's just get through this appointment, then the next, and then you can go off and rant about how horrible I am."

She looked at me for long while, shaking her head. I swear she had a degree in Delusion and minor in Irritation of the Masses. We both sat for a while before a nurse in dinosaur print scrubs came out and called for Kikyo. We both stood up and she gave me a warning look. The entire waiting room had their eyes on us. Nosy bastards.

We went into the back, where they took her height, weight, and all of the usual checkup stuff, before we were sent into a room to wait on the doctor.

"You don't have to be here." Kikyo whispered, after I shifted uncomfortably in my chair for the fifth time, half wishing Miroku was here to make his needle joke.

"Yes I do." I answered, not looking at her. I wasn't so much here for moral support as I was to get the truth, straight from the doctor's mouth. I couldn't trust Kikyo, not knowing the vendetta she held against me. I had to be here. After 3 more minutes of insufferable silence the doctor came in, obviously feeling the tension that electrified the room.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Ayame… Oh my."

My head snapped up, my eyes widened. Well, who knew complete and utter shock would be such a good substitute for coffee.

"What the hell? You're a fucking doctor, here of all places?" I was up out of my seat before I knew it.

Kikyo's jaw was basically touching the floor.

"I-I, uh, D-Dr. Cox called in sick, and didn't want to cancel the appointment so I'm covering for her today. She said if the patient was really four months along then we shouldn't, uh, w-wait." Her voice began to waver as my glare intensified.

"How the hell did you come all the way from California to here?"

"I was over there for a seminar, I c-came right back after um…" She trailed off.

I shook my head, it was like all the baggage I tried to leave in America decided to pack itself, and follow me anyway. I closed my eyes and took a breath.

"Is there anyone that can do this?" I asked.

She shook her head. "The other two doctors are booked. I'm the only one available until 2."

"Which is the same time as the other appointment." I laughed wryly. "Fine, do what you have to do."

"W-well since this is your first appointment here, I'm going to need both your medical histories, a blood test on Kikyo, a pap smear, as well as an ultrasound and you'll be able to hear the heartbeat for the first time-."

"Doc," I spat out the title like the bad feelings would go with it. "You lost me at pap smear."

"Well it's when, uh, we check the cervix for any cellular change, primarily for any infections that could harm the baby."

I shook my head, more information than I needed. "Just do what you have to do."

Ayame nodded and walked over to Kikyo and began to ask her questions about her medical history, then mine. I zoned out as she called in a nurse to bring in a cup for a urine sample and a blood test. It seemed just a little bit too suspicious that Ayame was suddenly not only here at this doctor's office, but that she somehow managed to be the one working on Kikyo. I'd have to keep my eye on the two of them, for all I knew Kikyo called her and arranged all of this after I told her where we'd be going. Maybe if I had actually known Ayame's last name when I picked this place, I could have found a different place to go.

"Inuyasha?" My head jerked from the clouds as I turned to see Ayame holding a bottle, a giant machine that resembled a computer had been wheeled in.

"Would you like to look at the ultrasound?"

Without fully realizing I had, I nodded and moved over to where the two were. I had never seen an ultrasound anywhere other than TV, I could hear my heart pounding now. I had no idea what I was going to see. Ayame pulled Kikyo's shirt over her stomach. It was the first time I had actually seen it sans a shirt, it was tightly round, but still rather small. She was obviously pregnant. Ayame squirted the contents of the bottle onto Kikyo's stomach, taking the remote looking part of the machine and placed it on her stomach. The quiet room filled with sound. The sound of the baby's heart. Before I was mentally prepared, a small blob appeared on the screen, moving, squirming, shaking, and possibly mine.

"Well looks like you're about 18 weeks."

4 months. Fuck.

"Would you like to know the sex of your baby?" Ayame smiled up at me and Kikyo. Kiyko nodded eagerly, her face lit up like a kid on Christmas.

I couldn't untangle the range of emotion I was feeling. That baby could be mine. 18 weeks meant 4 months. This kid was created 4 months ago, that was the last time…

"It's a girl."

End of Chapter 15

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I'm going to try to update soon! A lot of my old high school friends are in town, along with me applying for jobs and trying to get my classes straight for Fall Semester… Oy. Anyway, thank you all for reading!