Back in the lounge of Wolfram & Hart, Selene remained curled up in front of the open fridge, downing every bit of slurry she could find, starting to sob from the pain, "D-death was easier the first time!" whimpering again in sheer agony she strained to reach Angel, ~I-I made piss on the floor.~

At this the brooding brunette frowned heavily, ~Selene, I think you should go back to your mother now.~

~O-okay,~ She whimpered, biting back a scream, ~D-don't leave me!~

~I'll never leave you Selene. Never.~ He vowed, heart broken at the sounds he could pick up from her mind.

All the while Spike sat staring out the small window at the lighting sky before speaking, his voice still hoarse, "A-alright you lot, up to the roof!" Suddenly a spark appeared in his eyes as he grabbed at Angel's coat causing the Irishman to jump at the sudden movement, moving to remove the leather jacket questioning the mad Brit, "What?"

"G-give me it! W-we might be able to make it!" Spike snapped, removing his own duster, "We just have to work together mate."

At this Angel blinked slowly before realizing what he was driving at, "You think so?"

"The worst that happens is we die without a coat," Spike laughed, moving towards the window fast, looking for something to pin the coats up over it tight, "Nails, tacks. There has to be something!"

The brunette looked around and spotted the dart guns, pulling them open and holding up the darts, a long, thick metal needle protruding, three inches at least. "Thank god for Fred insisting we'd need big darts to pierce their hides."

"Try and round up six of them," the blond nodded to his grandsire who began looking around to finally spot the four guns, each holding four darts, though a few shots had been taken earlier in the night, and started prying them all open and finding in total seven darts.

Quietly Spike held up his duster, pointing to where he wanted Angel to dart it, repeating the action with Angel's coat, making sure the whole window was covered air tight. Standing back, Angel looked over their work. "Now lets just hope the water doesn't get up before night fall," he sighed.

As if on cue a soft whimpering mental voice entered Angel's mind once more, ~I-I can't move Ang. So much pain, so much pressure, it hurts!~

Blinking and frowning the CEO replied in a fury, ~Call your mother! Do it now!~

"I'm sure it'll stay low mate," Spike said watching his grandsire frown, unaware of the mental cries from Selene, believing his troubles to be caused by the dark fluids below.

Back in Wolfram & Hart, Selene lay in a dark red tinted puddle, her voice weak and strained with pain, "M-Mommy!"

In her room, Mana sniffed pathetically, wiping her face on Spike's pillow, ~Y-yes baby?~

~Momma, it hurts so bad!~ she cried out.

~Where are you?~ The teen asked, climbing out of the bed and placed the boy in his crib as she wandered out to find her daughter, ~You promised to stay close!~

~I-in the lounge,~ Selene whimpered.

~I'm coming baby,~ Mana burst into a jog, finding her within minutes, only to see tears streaking down her child's frightened face. a scream escaping the frightened eldest as she gave a powerful shove. Realization seemed to wash over Mana as she hurried to the girl's side, dropping to her knees, her hands instinctively moving to her mound, eyes on the bloody puddle on the floor, "He's coming baby."

A renewed set of tears streaked, cutting crimson paths down Selene's face, clearly unable to make the connection through the unholy agony she was entrapped in, "I'm gonna get yelled at for using the lounge for a toilet!" She wailed pushing harder still, just longing to end the agony, be it by expelling her son or by the icy grip of death.

At this her mother couldn't help but laugh softly, shucking up the girl's skirts to give her access to the goings on. "You didn't use the lounge as a loo baby girl. Your blood broke. The baby is coming," she lightly prodded the girl's opening, checking for dilation. "And fast! Holy hell."

Yet another sob escaped, Selene giving another push, a think layer of blood sweat coating her face as she gasped laying back whimpering, "I want my Ang!"

"I know baby. I know," Mana sighed softly, her mind fully on the task at hand, pushing the idea that her husband was dead firmly to the back of her mind as she urged the girl to push. "I think I see a head," though this was only rewarded with another scream from her daughter, who obeyed still, tears leaking from her eyes as slowly a head emerged. "Okay don't push for a minute baby," Mana gently slid her fingers between Selene and the baby, gently easing the shoulders free, careful not to let the girl tear. "Okay, one more **big** one and he'll be free."

By now Selene was panting hard whimpering before obeying screaming a Latin name at the top of her lungs so loud everyone who remained could easily tell where the sound was coming from as the child slid free of it's fleshy home with a wail as the cold air hit it's wet skin, covered in blood and a lot of other unappealing things, but from a quick once over seemingly perfect.

"Good girl," Mana smiled, cutting the cord with ease and placing the infant in it's mother's arms, gunk and all.

Whimpering exhaustedly, Selene gently stared down at the tiny silver haired little girl, with the smallest weak smile, "S-she's not a he..." Selene laughed some.

"No, no she isn't," the new grandmother smiled, pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead.

Smiling tiredly Selene began to do what she did best, reach out and make sharp demands, ~Ang, you gotta come home. Serenity needs to see you.~