Lol I have no idea what I'm doing anymore xD

Buffy POV

I teleported into the hustling tech room, where Angela was ordering many people to do a wide variety of things.

"Nudge! Front and center!" she called. The mocha-skinned birdkid came bounding up to her with a straight posture and a respectful salute. I still am in awe when I remember that most of us are a few years older than good ol' Ange and we treat her as if she rules over us. She sorta does, too. But not like the dictator way. More like ... the drill sergeant way.

"Ma'am!" Nudge said.

"I need you to hack into a lab mainframe. Lab #2739. I suspect that is where they are keeping Maximum." Angela ordered. Nudged nodded briefly then scurried off to a very expensive computer. I giggled, casually floating a couple inches off the ground.

"Agent Buffy!" I heard my name called out and I instantly straightened and saluted, barking out a quick "Ma'am!" while still afloat. Angela's stern, blue eyes were aimed at me.

"Why aren't you with Agent Epic?" she asked me, arms crossed.

"Well ..." I slacked my posture, regaining my carefree tone and twisting so I was floating somewhat upside-down with my body curled into an arch. Shutup. Floating is awesome. "I wanted to see if you found any more leads. And c'mon, Ange. Epic is only one teleport away." Angela just shook her head.

"Sorry, Buffy. No leads so far. I have Nudge checking lab records now. I have other things to tend to." Before I knew it, Angela was out of there with the faint clicking of her shoes against the clean white floors of the tech room. I glided over to Nudge, whose fingers where ghosting over the computer keys, occasionally typing in a code, all with her eyes closed. I inched closer and closer to her until I was hovering over her head. One perk of floating: People can't hear you approaching.

"Hey, Nugdey!" I yelled in her ear. She jumped with a squeal, her eyes snapping open. She looked at me angrily, but hey! People can't stay made at meeee~!

"Yes?" she asked, puffing out a breath to move a strand of hair out of her face.

"Whatcha got?" I said playfully, twisting so I was in a laying position beside her. She turned her body towards the computer and with a flurry of clicks, a document popped up on the screen.

"I found their report on Max!" she said triumphantly, losing any irritation towards me she had beforehand.

See? What'd I tell ya? Nobody can stay mad at my precious face!

I gestured towards the computer and she caught my drift. She began reading the report aloud, nice and clear.

"Subject has been captured and detained with the other male specimen. Her development has gone well, and we wish to further test the genetic structures by-" Nudges face turned into a cherry and her hand shot up to her mouth. Her bambi eyes wide, she stared at the screen in shock.

(MY GOOOD. 500 MORE WORDS LOST. SON OF A BIIIITCH.)

"What?" I said impatiently, crossing my arms. Nudge only responded by placing her hands over her face and shaking her head rigorously. I groaned and pushed her slightly out of the way, twisting in the air so my body was upside down. That's right, I can read upside down. You jelly? ANYWAY. I continued where Nudge left off, or at least where I think she left off.

"Her development has gone well, and we wish to further test the genetic structures by breeding her with the newly recovered male specimen?!" I may have sort of shrieked the last part and attracted attention from all of the bustling staff in the tech room. I had to focus on floating and not dropping to the ground like a rock, adopting the same expression as Nudge had. Except slightly more mortified with a little bit of a pinker shade to my cheeks, sort of like my hair. Speaking of my hair, this desert dust feels terrible in it. I really need to wash it soon. Lookout is hard if your not used to being out in the terrible desert condito-

Wait. What? Is this what Epic meant about keeping focused? Dangit! ANYWAY.

We sat there in a heavy silence, staring blankly at the sentence written in fine text on the pixelated screen. My eyes darted towards "newly recovered male specimen". That meant Fang, the guy who went missing with her. I back-tracked to the word "breeding", as if they were addressing two animals. Man, did I know what they intended to do.

"That. Is. Awful." Nudge whispered, her wide eyes glued to the screen.

"Just ... just read the next one." I said breathlessly. Please, let it not be true. Puh-lease!

"Specimen has refused the breeding process-"

"Damn right, she does!" I interrupted. Nudge just raised an eyebrow at me and continued, taking a few pauses to correctly read the complicatedly worded sentences.

"Specimen has refused the breeding process and is withstanding the administered drugs. New techniques have been created to utilize the DNA of the male specimen that was so kindly given to our possession by labs associated with ours and the DNA of the female to make a completely efficient fertilization that is surgically operated." Nudge finished, confusion plastered on her face while disgust and shock was on mine. It was obvious that Nudge couldn't quite grasp what it said. What was she? Twelve? Fourteen at most. While I had at least one half of a high school education and am at the proud age of seventeen.

"What?" Nudge asked? I sighed and lowered my feet to the ground, Nudges face suddenly expressing grave worry. I don't know why, but people associate my not-floating with the fact that I have bad news. Do I not float when I have something bad to say? NEVERMIND. FOCUS DAMMIT.

"They ... they used Fang's DNA to ..." I pinched the bridge of my nose, slowly shaking my head and telling it to her straight. "Max is pregnant, Nudge. Like, without a doubt, pregnant."

I may have said that bluntly without any evidence except the words displayed before us, but I had to give those whitecoats a smidge of credit. Even though they were heartless monsters that didn't care about anything but the advancement of science, they knew what they were doing. And if they cooked up a technique that they knew was guaranteed to work, you could bet your ass it was going to fricking work. With flying colors. Like, a full on rainbow that barfs skittles and has a gay leprechaun and his boyfriend at the end of it. (A/N That metaphor. Omigawd. What the hell ... did I just type.)

And with that, I bolted out of there, ripping through the air towards wherever the hell Ange was.

Max's POV

I was still curled into Fang's body when my sobs stopped. I'm pretty sure he dozed off at some point, but it didn't matter. He was still here with me and I should be thankful for that.

I kept dwelling on what happened. They were barbaric enough to drug me, but to force a pregnancy on me? We weren't some dogs to be bred for a dog show or something. Did it ever occur to them that we have human emotions along with these bird wings? Yeah. I didn't think so either.

My hand slid under my shirt where they stitched me up. I've heard of other techniques they use to get someone infertile pregnant, and I'm sure as hell glad they didn't use those. I didn't need to be carrying a baby on my hip and completely violated along with it.

I sighed and let my eyes close against the darkness. I suppose it'd be like this for awhile until help came. Just the two of us.

A silent tear slid down my cheek as I remembered something. I was wrong. It wasn't going to be like that.

It was just the three of us.

If that doesn't explain the method to my madness for last chappy, nothing will. And I hoped you liked the insight on Buffy's point of view. She may have some ADD. Probably. And I'm sorta dying in two ways right now. I'm dying in the bad way because I lost all of that work FUCKING AGAIN and I'm dying in the good way because of the leprechaun thing. With laughter. Like seriously, that came out of nowhere. I'm rambling, aren't I? Probs yeah.

Anyway, I wanted to ask of you guys to explain how to get beta's on my story. I'm a total noob and I don't know how. So if you're interested, please tell me how and I might consider you.

Stay insane, my friends.

-Completely Unstable