WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS A CHEESY PARODY OF REBECCA BLACK'S "FRIDAY". VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

As soon as we made it back to base, all four of us were rushed to the infirmary. Both Fang and I supporting the utterly exhausted Epic, we walked in slowly and carefully with the help of many nurses. We were all dead tired, and didn't dare to long of a break when we were flying back. Two nurses appeared, one taking Angel for a diagnosis and another pulling aside a plastic curtain to reveal neatly made cots that were for the majority, empty. Except for one.

"Epic?" a tired voice rasped. A bright pink shock of hair rose up, now free from the confines of its usual ponytail. Buffy say up with a look of discomfort, careful not to jar her injured leg. I saw happiness and tiredness in her cobalt blue eyes, replacing the usual glee and hyper-ness.

"Don't just stand there!" Epic snapped, slapping the back of Fang and I's heads rather hard for such a tired person. "Put me on a bed already, idiots!" We nodded, carefully guiding her to a bed next to Buffy's and plopping down on our own. The nurses began to bustle around Epic, only for her to swat them away.

"Are you okay?" Fang asked me, lolling against the flat pillow to face me with his hands supporting his head.

"Yeah," I said, "Why wouldn't I be?" His only response was his black eyes darting towards my stomach for a single millisecond. My hand instinctually covered it gently, a sudden protective feeling taking over.

"Oh …" I spoke quietly, hanging my head in reminder of the problem that now weighs heavy on my shoulders … or my hips, to be more exact. I didn't answer Fang, mostly because I didn't know what to say. Clicking against hard and polished tile alerted me to the re-closed plastic curtain that separated our little medical ward from the rest of the infirmary. A dainty hand pulled the curtain back, Angela appearing in a seemingly unwrinkled blazer and skirt coming from behind it.

"Ah, Maximum!" she exclaimed with relief, clapping both hands together. "I must have a word with you as soon as possible. I have very important matters to discuss. Come, follow me." She turned around, walking back briskly and I immediately trailed behind her. She led me to her office and shut the door behind me, sitting at her usual position behind her large wooden desk. I slowly sat in front of her, squirming nervously. See? There's that whole school-principal vibe I was talking about!

"Maximum …" she said my name gently, a new emotion shimmering over her usually stern eyes.

Sympathy.

"Yes?" I replied, finally managing to sit still in my chair.

"Well, I had Nudge break into the lab mainframe," she began explaining. "And we found that … well, the whitecoats tried something a bit more out of their boundaries then they usually do."

"Oh. That." My mouth curved downward in a frown. People were determined to keep reminding me. I mean, it's not like it's going to go away, but still, I'd like to not think about it for awhile.

"I understand this isn't a pleasant topic, Maximum." Angela's ageless forehead formed what it could of a worry line as she looked at me. I would really like to know how old she is. Seriously. "But you have a decision to make."

"Decision?"

"Yes. This baby was forced upon you, and technically … you are not obligated to carry it if you wish not to."

"What ….?" I whispered. Was she telling me what I think she was? That I could abort the baby? I didn't know how to respond. My head tilted down, I stared at my shoes in thought.

"I can give you time to think." Angela said, her small hand suddenly covering mine reassuringly. "Get back to me when-"

"I don't need time." I interrupted her. "I know what I want to do."

"You do?"

"Yes." I nodded. I raised my hand to my abdomen and nestled it gently. "You're right. The baby was forced upon me. I was given no choice. But the little guy wasn't given a choice either, was he?" I said, looking at my stomach and smiling. "I think it's best to let it be. Let things work themselves out. I'm keeping it." Angela stared at me, speechless.

"Are … you sure?" she asked me quietly. I nodded, beaming at her. Without another word, I got up and bounded back to the infirmary, and more importantly, to Fang. What I said came from my heart then and there. Sure, I was a bit wary about becoming a mother at … wait. I don't know how old I am. But, still. I was pretty young as far as I knew, but whatever was growing in my tummy at the moment didn't deserve to be brought to this world by cruel scientists just to be taken right out.

(A/N Just saying, this does not portray mine or anyone else's opinion about abortion. Don't start any political debates in the reviews)

LINE BREAK, LINE BREAK. GETTING DOWN WITH LINE BREAKS. EVERYBODY'S LOOKIN' FORWARD TO THE TIME SKIP, TIME SKIP!

I lay in the fetal position on my crisp white infirmary cot, trying to fall asleep, adapting the steady breaths of my injured companions to a nice lullaby.

Just kidding. It's quite bothersome and Buffy snores, really loud.

I felt my eyes drift shut before my entire stomach flipped, and my hand darted for the plastic barf bag that was ever so conveniently placed on my little bedside tray. I emptied out what I had eaten into it, and a nurse immediately rushed to my aid with a glass of water and more barf bags. I took the water gratefully, setting the bags aside for later.

"Are you okay?" I heard Fang's concerned voice on the bed beside me. I wiggled around until I was facing him, seeing his worried face illuminated by the nightlight he so kindly requested for me. It makes me feel lame, but it was very sweet of him.

"I'm fine, just a bit a morning sickness." I reassured him, smiling weekly. Deep inside, I was grimacing due to the fact that I knew the next nine months were only going to get worse.

"But it's nighttime," Buffy's cheery bell came from across the room, sounding as if she was wide awake.

"Yes. It is nighttime." Epic joined in, her groggy voice still coated with a heaping helping of irritation. "Which means go to fricking sleep. I'll make an exception for Max's hurling, but that's it."

"Ugh. Fine." I heard the rustling of sheets from Buffy's direction. Fang didn't move, but his eyes shut, signaling he had gone back to sleep. I strained my arm to reach out to him and brush an ebony silk strand of hair away from his peaceful face. I recoiled when his nose twitched a bit, sighing and smiling contently. I let my eyes slide shut, happily sleeping. Why I was happy even though I'm going through a forced pregnancy, have a traumatic fear of darkness, and was promised basically no peace and quiet wherever I go, you ask?

Because the person I cared for the most, beside my sweet Angel, would stay by my side through it all.

HEYYYYYYYYYYY. Sorry for the long absence. I've been cramming a lot lately so my grades would be good and I wouldn't get my computer taken away …. again. I HAVE AN EXCUSE. I temporarily abandoned my story so I could actually keep writing it. So I hope you still love me after this. Keep the reviews up!

Stay insane, my friends.

-Completely Unstable