Chapter 6 - Rush
“I’m what now!?” Buffy stared at her friend open-mouthed, eyes big like satellite-dishes. Lizzie wasn’t sure of what to do but to silently sit down on the edge on Buffy’s bed, gently stroking her friend’s arm.
The room had felt so empty before, but now it felt much emptier - colder - even though the space had been taken by Liz and that doctor. Maybe that just added to the surreal situation.
Hello? People like her didn’t get pregnant! They didn’t have a family! Hell, their lifespan was about 20 years!
She stared blankly at her friend’s face as the other tried to calm her although she was already calm.
“Liz, listen. I’ve been a lot of stuff; telepathic, invisible, robot…hey, even dead. But pregnant? No way.” Buffy held back a laugh. “Is this some pre-wedding joke?”
Liz nervously dug her fingers into the blanket laying over Buffy’s bed, her long fringe shading her eyes.
“Liz?” Buffy looked at Liz, with her head down, at the grim-looking doctor and then back again. “Wh-what? It’s true?” Her voice started trembling. Were they right?
“Miss Summers, I understand, most women have hard digesting the fact -”
“I don’t have hard digesting anything! I can’t digest things that aren’t real!” Buffy yelled, the sound of her voice echoed in the small room and out the hall. Liz quickly backed away from the bed, “Buffy, I’m sorry-”
Buffy’s eyes met Liz’s light blues.
“Oh my God, Elizabeth? You’re not lying, are you?” Although any other woman would at this point have a nervous breakdown, Buffy just stared blankly in front of her.
“But I lost it?”
Liz nodded slowly, “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Well,” Liz stared but was cut off by the impatient doctor. Dr. Slater didn’t see the point being there if she couldn’t tell the patient the bad news. Hey, evil law firm, slightly evil doctor.
“Miss Matthews, please, I think it’s only appropriate if I tell miss Summers…”
Liz shrugged.
“Many things can cause a miscarriage, miss Summers, especially the first few months. Shock, stress…imbalance. Also, the risk could be that the foetus was ill and the body decided against it itself.”
The thing that bothered Buffy was that she was totally unprepared for this. Okay, no woman prepared for a miscarriage, but Buffy didn’t even know that her future husband was able to … make babies in the first place. What was even worse was that the guy had been around for a couple hundred years, God knows how many children he could have fathered. Buffy felt sick. Why hadn’t he told her?
Why hadn't she asked?
“Er..Doctor -”
“Slater”
“Right, Doctor Slater, may I speak to my friend in privacy please?”
“Of course.” Dr. Slater made a 180 out of the room, seemingly unaffected by the recent events. Buffy even thought she could hear the doctor humming.
“Liz, where exactly are we? ‘Cause that doctor, not really with the human emotions thing. In my world, that equals bad.”
“Oh, that,” Liz bit her lip, “we’re still…” Liz mouth snapped shut, her brows narrowing.
“Don’t freak out on me.”
Buffy raised her hands in a hopeless gesture, her voice stained with bitterness, “Not more than I already am.”
“Okay…um…we’re still at your ex’s evil law firm.”
“WHAT?”
This couldn’t possibly get worse. She had officially hit rock bottom. The only way to get back on top was to get home a.s.p.a, get out of this weird flashback that was apparently going on. Seriously, Angel. Harmony as a secretary?!
Her eyes met Liz, whom looked straight back at her.
“Let’s get out of here, Buffy.”
Spike and Angel had taken the return of Buffy with surprising ease. They had simply shook it off after staring blankly into space for a couple minutes after her exit, careful not to look at each other. Harmony had tried knocking at the door, but neither of them had even made an effort to open it. Angel had been the first to move from where he leaned against his desk, just to move the blue jewellery box from on top of the desk to one of the drawers.
“Later” he muttered silently, but Spike could still hear him.
“Good one, mate. Save the pain for later.” Spike shrugged bitterly. He couldn’t help but feeling like the third wheel when it came to Buffy and Angel, even though he’d had her more than the Poof would even dream of.
“Well, I’m out of here.” Spike hauled himself up from the couch, “Might go take Blue for a training session.”
Angel just grunted while sitting down and starting digging through the files that had piled up on his desk. He didn’t want to think about anything other than work.
Spike found Illyria standing by the coffee machine in the cafeteria, inspecting it with he knew was repressed curiosity. Blue wanted everybody to think that she didn’t have anything that even resembled human emotions, but the longer she stayed here the more obvious it got that she was becoming more and more human each day. ‘Still has a bit of attitude though,’ Spike thought as he stood behind her, waiting for her to sense his presence.
The cafeteria was empty except for a few demons sitting in the right corner, all in suit. Lawyers. They looked like humans, but many demons did, it was like a precaution not to scare the human population. More demons than one thought were actually kind of friendly. Wimps.
“What do you want, vampire?” Illyria’s monotone- like voice jerked Spike out of his daydreams. She still had her back turned away from him.
“Feel for a bit rough and tumble?” He smirked. No, he wasn’t interested in the hell spawn that had taken over Fred’s body, but the hell spawn did come in a female size and being nasty was a part of his personality.
“I don’t understand your question”, she said, turning around slowly.
Okay, she kind of spoiled the fun.
“You. Me. Fight-training?” He raised a scarred eyebrow.
Her ice-cold eyes looked straight into his and he involuntarily backed a step.
“Yes.”
“Okay then,” Spike said. “Let’s go. I have some steam to blow off.”
“Everything’s packed?” Liz stood in the doorframe as Buffy put her hair up in a messy hairtie.
“Good to go.” Buffy scrambled through her bag, checking that everything was there before she followed her friend out.
They ran through the corridors, almost crashing into people walking the other way.
There, finally, Buffy could see the elevators that led to the freedom outside. Shaken as she was; she was on auto, emotional problems later. How cold it might seem, it was the way she dealt with things. They rounded a corner and Buffy literally bumped into a wall. Well, the wall that was Spike’s chest.
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